You've grown up so much since I saw you all those days ago
Still got that look about you still got those things that we know
Red gilded place in the woods and the words that were said
Black twisted branches that hid all the things that we did
You threaded wasps on to string and you gave them to me
You touched the edges of their wings and the insides of me
All of the years make a picture that's faded and bright
All of the years make us different and faded and bright
Bring back the bodies and lay them out for me
Smooth down their crisp clear white wings in the morning
Bring back the yellow and black of the bodies
Lay them out slowly and string them up gently for me
Small piles of sticks built up like temples to time in the sun
Beds of green leaves laid out where fear and O negative burn
Strange to see you in a suit but your shoes are still red
Strange to see you at the front after all that you said
Your face changed a long time ago
But you're the same underneath this sleet
That whirls around like a line between worlds
And there are birds in here singing lullabies to me
About bodies and you and me and all that we've seen
And you and all that you've seen
Bring back the bodies and open them for me
Lift out their shimmering hearts in the morning
Bring back the yellow and black of the ocean
Let me out slowly and sing to me coldly
Bring back the yellow and black of the bodies
Let me in slowly and string me up sensitively
