Did you ever see The Holy Mountain On Ice?
Thirty tons of frogs and blood cascading like dice
The decoration painting
Was inhibited by fainting
And the clean-up operation wasn't nice
So you did some work for me and you didn't get paid?
Think of all the songs you sang and the love that you made
While Mr. Mendes kisses Kate
I, in my kitchen, break a plate
And sweep it up and dream of getting laid
I don't know if you got my letter
But everyone thinks you're great
If you come home it will be much better
And I will be your mate until we die
If you try to do the cube and it doesn't work out
Don't peel the stickers off or move the pieces about
Just send it in to this address
My underlings will do the rest
Unless you fill the envelope with doubt
As a child I used to be obsessed with Pale Saints
In a shop of art supplies among the sale paints
I thought this girl was Meriel
And I asked if she'd sing at my burial
"That isn't me," she said with some restraint
I don't know if you got my letter
It should have arrived by now
When you come home it will be much better
I'm longing to show you how until we die