Triffids Rosevel
Please don't drag me back to Rosevel
underneath your creaking bed
No air, no hatches under there
no pleasantries hatched overhead
Chorus: I left/what was left of you,
What was left of you/couldn't he kept,
And I warned you I would have to cut off dead wood,
Please don't make me say those words again
to satisfy a whim
I left too much kept under ice
don't drag that hack up again
(Chorus)
Please don't take me
Please don't take me
Please don't send me back to Rosevel
in between your knuckle bed
I turned my back on life itself
I couldn't tell it wasn't dead
(Chorus)
