When I arrived, all your bottles
Had water in them to their waists
And all the pills inside them floated
Like so much well intentioned waste
That night I left the kettle on
Left the house, left the water
It boiled over, left a burn
A call heard by your doting daughter
When I arrived, she had counted
All the things that you'd done wrong
And she a sharp and marvellous weapon
Left you only two days strong
That night I left the tub filling
Left the house, left it running
The neighbours saw a waterfall
Patched it with their youthful cunning
When I arrived, you were waiting
In a kind of arrogance
With your hands folded
Round the last of that romance, its thrust, its dance
That night I left the candle burning
Left the fire, left it smokin'
Nothing left of mold or mud
And only one of us is broken