because you were always unnoticed you were always the flame that dies bastard with a flat top singing the cloud of unknowing bastard with a flat top singing there s a flame a flame a flame a flame that never dies because you were always unfocused jinxing the photograph with the pain in your eyes bastard with a flat top singing i shall wait for your love i shall wait for your love all days bastard with a casket singing i shan t wait for her love i shan t wait for her love but you were always a saint a flower in a glove a night made for the raising of your glass the night s going to be a foolin and a foolin but still judith ain t sure toil away play in the sand gross out your heart the night s going to be made for the la la la but still judith ain t sure you were always unloading soft on the weight of your palm and your hand bastard with a passport to the old destinations bastard with a map of the palm of your hand you were always shut him out you were always sun dash of white light a night that has passed has passed into the records of all that the little record keepers fear dear mary anne bastard of light i swept your flax bang i swept into the currents of the river where judith ain t sure oh man it was you did you ever think of a bad idea because the river is bad the river is cold how was the king was he sad was he cold was he low put your hand on my face row away from the grief stricken man put your trust in my fate i shall track that abrasive wasteland we are richer in love but you know you just can t have it