| O’Saint Christopher around your neck |
| the chain in your teeth |
| the sweat of sweat |
| in the back of your trunk, holds the candle sends the wax |
| sullen seed and blood collect |
| fold our hands to soon forget |
| what we’ve done and and what we had |
| what we’ve done and who we had |
| my glass coughs to spit black |
| baby, you’ll disappear |
| my glass coughs to spit black |
| I’ll disappear with you |
| I watched you drown an eye not used to flow |
| with Chris between your teeth |
| the dove on your collar |
| and we survived on I’s and You’s alone |
| while I could have been some poor soul’s father |
| what we’ve done and what we had |
| what we’ve done and who we had |
| my glass coughs to spit black |
| baby, you’ll disappear |
| my glass coughs to spit black |
| I’ll disappear with you |
| soft hangover, I’ll hangover |
| I’ll disappear with you |
| soft hangover, I’ll hangover |
| I’ll disappear with you |
| What we’ve done and what we had |
| What we’ve done and who we had |
| What we’ve done and what we had |
| What we’ve done and who we had |
| My glass coughs to spit black |
| Baby, you’ll disappear |
| my glass coughs to spit black |
| I’ll disappear with you |
| soft hangover, I’ll hangover |
| I’ll disappear with you |
| soft hangover, I’ll hangover |
| I’ll disappear with you. |