I'll Be Looking out for Me

You wear your pain like flesh medals round your eyes
A peacock fan of blue and black, a victim's prize
I wrote your name in wine droplets on the bed
I said it was talismanic, you said it was a mess
Willows, lilies, fig and cassis
And other graveyard smells
We'd be married in June 'neath a red Spanish moon
In a rapture of Pentecostal bells
Your thighs are a portal to heaven
But I don't intend to be going there soon
So from now I'll be looking out for me
And I'll be seeing you
Willows, lilies, fig and cassis
And other graveyard smells
We'd be married in June 'neath a red Spanish moon
In a rapture of Pentecostal bells
Your thighs are a portal to heaven
But I don't intend to be going there soon
So from now I'll be looking out for me
And I'll be seeing you