Love is a ManySplintered Thing

I will be etched across the sky. The road's no good; it's too cold. The road's no good; it's far too cold. I'm on my way home to warm myself up by your fire. I'm on my way home to warm myself up.

That my roses have been trampled murdered. That my roses have been crushed and quartered. That my roses have been trampled murdered. That my roses have been crushed.

Can you leave the light on? The door unlocked?
Cause I'm coming straight home baby. I'm coming straight home baby. I'm coming straight home baby. I'm coming straight home. I'm coming straight home.
It feels like the scavengers are circling around my corpse.
No more buzzards baby. No more buzzards baby. No more buzzards baby. No more buzzards baby.

No more now; you consume me. No more buzzards baby; you consume me. No more now; you consume me. No more buzzards baby; you consume me.