In the middle of my tomb br He appears. br I'd banished him... br I resurrect from my flooded coffin br Hell bent on br Forgiving, but- br My infant heart shatters as I realize br For the hundredth time that- br br Like prisms held up to sunlight br Tears, too, can play cruel tricks at night. br br So, as my heart miscarries br For the hundredth time, br I stiffen as I remember- br My lack of you- br Need of you, br But even though you're Church Bells br Away from me br You won't again grant me peace br Or pleasure at night- br br For I know you're warming up her thighs. br Yes... br I know you're warming up her thighs.