The Sinking Belle (Blue Sheep)

Passing by

Rows and rows,

In silence I

Stand alone.

And out of you

Grey birds fly,

On a gravel path

You qualified.

We tended to

The feverfew,

The walls of vine

In hollow time.

The shape I'm in

Oh, she knows so well,

My hearts become

Her sinking belle.

This sinking belle

Oh, this sinking belle,

Are you worried now?

You're worried now?

Ahhh.

This sinking belle

Oh, this sinking belle,

You're worried now

You're worried now.

Ahhh.

We're smaller than

We used to be,

What came from you

Is now inside me.

Don't ask me why

Oh, don't ask me why.

All my life,

All my life,

Was in black and white...