I part the curtains of your hair
 And all the light of the sun floods the room
 Poured from your sleepy stare
 Two seconds each morning without fail
 Before I enter the abattoir
 To see my insides hanging there
 But they request that I leave
 'Cause my sad eyes are too much to bear

 When the light leaves, the dark sees

 Your hands to your hips now,
 Two swan necks
 Curl between pelvis with stretch-marks
 And shoulders with those freckle flecks
 The pain of the silence before bed
 Oh for the sound of your pissing
 Through the thin walls
 Or stroking your head
 But for the shadows and doom
 And the sorrow we seem to have bred

 When the light leaves, the dark sees