Gold around those fingers shown   Bound for to carry home   Fond of the flattest field   But you know there are bones buried deep down below      Tatted lace frail figure graced   That has since been torn and stained   Tatted lace frail figure graced   That has since been torn and stained   And put, and put so far away, oh, so far away      Novels we don't write   Hearts been lost in flight   Skin in the black of night   Love is a sinking kite      Tatted lace frail figure graced   That has since been torn and stained, oh   Tatted lace frail figure graced   That has since been torn and stained   And put, and put so far away, oh, so far away      Gold around those fingers shown   Bound for to carry home   Suitcase filled with stones   Snow keeps me alone      Suitcase filled with stones   Snow keeps me alone, all alone   All alone, all alone   All alone, all alone, all alone