Track 4 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
It's a long, long time since you looked for stars
In your cold, cold garden
I still have that bruise burning on my arm
To remind me of you
Everytime you knock me down
My memories they fall like snow
They cover up the pain of knowing what is coming
It's a kind of therapy
Laughing 'till you can't recall
What it was that seemed so funny in the first place
It's a dreadful mess how you left this place
What will people say
No one's fed the kids, even swept the yard
Dirty plates, underwear
Let's be honest now, there's an empty space
Where there should be brains
You could tell the truth if you had a clue
What the truth is
Was it a joke?
Was it dying?