“Latvian Dance pt. 3 in ¾ Time”

Your coat falls to the floor
And your nightgown caught the door
And you were more beautiful than the day before
But you don't mean a thing, to me anymore

Your long hair was caught in the rapture
And I struggle to find my way home
Through grottos and ghettos and alleys and valleys
Just to enthrone myself next to you, life was alright

I was a railway you were my train
And you walked on my back most every day
I thought it beautiful, your feet caressing
A back torn by toenails, I am your route

Your skin was a fabric woven in pity
And I was that winter colder than summer
My foe, my enemy, took his mighty stabs at me
Take your fabric, I want nothing to do with it