The devil's on a bench  In Stanley Park  She's a girl  Who looks like you  But only when it's dark  The January sun  Sets on her eyes  Collapses on a landscape  Filled with neon butterflies    The Devil wears  A bracelet made of bronze  She offers me calligraphy  And puts the kettle on  Out on Commercial Drive  It's growin' dark  The rest is rust  And stardust  In a vacant  Arctic Heart    Don't bury me  Very far  From where you'll be  Emily  No don't bury me  Very far  From where you'll be  Emily  Emily    The devil has  A hundred thousand names  These are girls  Who look like you  But only when it rains  So when I'm on the highway  Of the Lord  I have to take a shortcut  To the one that I adored    Don't bury me  Very far  From where you'll be  Emily  Don't let them bury me  Very far  From where you'll be  Emily  Emily  Sweet Emily