| Lyrics: | When you were young you were the King of carrot flowers,
And how you built a tower tumbling
through the trees,
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all round your feet.
And your Mum
would stick a fork right into Daddy’s shoulder,
And Dad would throw the garbage all
across the floor,
As we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were
for.
And this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you,
And from above you
how I sank into your soul,
Into that secret place where no-one dares to go.
And your
mum would drink until she was no longer speaking,
And Dad would dream of all the different ways
to die,
Each one a little more than he could dare to try |
