Besedila:
Triffids The Calenture

I have a letter. familiar paper I keep a figurine in a locket It's dedicated, engraved initials Yellow photograph in a pocketbook Well the rim of her

Bury me deep in love, Bury me deep in love Take me in, under your wing Bury me deep in love There's a chapel deep in a valley For travelling strangers

Kelly left her front light on I came around Her tree blew over I shook her branches down The wind and I, we howled around her door Now there's a buckle

Now that you've gone away So tired and full of pain Do you remember the times? Does it ever cross your mind? How you had no key But how the door was

Well it doesn't look much like we'll see the new year Cos all the bright young faces are here And I can't see us rising to their occasion any more No

Holes in my body, holes in my shoes You can put your fingers in me Let the north wind blow straight through When you left I almost disappeared Now you