Poor Eliza

I'm sinking, come save me poor eliza, my patsy
My visions all black holed and quivering
It is what it is what it is
I curse thee, for placing these dark days upon me
For setting my blood as your dowry
It is what it is what it is

My wife is older and has no intentions
Is mindfully out in the garden
Out with the hay softly darkening
And painting it all light and liquid
The shadows all serious and cursive
All washing out in the distance
All washing out in the distance

Me and, me and my flat-footed daydream
We hold it together so simply
All sovereign and long to be sleeping
Cause we have been saving our birthdays
From heartbreak and winter and swift chase
From heartbreak and winter and swift chase
From heartbreak and winter and swift chase