If
If it would've been ten
Ten days later in August
It would've been hell all over again
That
That great mountain there
Take her up it and make sweat
Drip, drop down her spine
Ask her to marry you
Ten days later in the afternoon
Ten days
What, oh
What they called a blitz
On the deep, dark horizon
Bathed her in Russian
And I, oh
I can imagine her
Throwing her blossomed insides
Over the side of the hill
Ask her to marry you
Ten days later in the afternoon
Ten days
Ten days
Ten days