Sobriety breeds sincerity
And Lydia Pond she is my gravity
I don't know how she felt when she took that E
But in the morning she was shaking, she was twitching, she was jerking
On June the 5th she moved to Paris
She could not stand the state of British politics
And I just can't convince her that I'm socialist
And every night I pray for mail in the morning
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Oh she promised me that we'd be creasing sheets
And that our bodies would be bruising, wrestling underneath
And I wanted to ask her how she cut her teeth
And why she let time slip through her skinny, skinny fingers