sleep in the gr*ss
let the silence embrace me
time took her in, with his loveless desire
sang her a sweet lullaby

frail as a ghost
she was fading so slowly
i knew she was leaving me soon
then with a smile and a whisper she kissed me
“claire, i will come for you soon”

we heard the tolling of bells in the distance, i begged her not to stray
but in the morning this house was half empty, she found her bed in the gr*ss

mornings are pale
and the sea side deserted
summer has left me behind
i hope that sally will know where to find me
if she comes looking for me

i hear her whispers through radio static, i see her face in the clouds
and in the morning this house will be empty
make me a bed in the gr*ss