Additional vocals by Rebecca Coseboom courtesy of Stripmall Architecture and DarkDriveClinic
i know i suffer under your grief. done up in leather you set me free. but i am the picture locked in the frame only a memory but somehow we are the same. its no ones heaven but mine with my fingers dig in your thighs. i've got the moonlight blues. i hear you coming up from the stairs. board up the windows but never repair. wandering vines, a creature i know and i'm lingering long after you're gone. tell me whats out there baby where three roads meet. black hooded cloaked coachman i'm your horse to lead. its no ones heaven but mine with my fingers dig in your thighs. where the bees feast there will i, in a world thats better than here.