Texty: Marissa Nadler. Little Hells. Brittle, Crushed & Torn.

[Incomprehensible] I was brittle
Crushed and tore your name from leaf hearts
And blades of grass, they were lost in the haze
And it's funny, he still loves me
And it's funny, he still loves me

Call her name, she dreams of you
Send her your regards
In the flesh is what I want
I know your [Incomprehensible]

Where did you go, fantasy?
You're lost in the haze when you're free
Life is a rambling when you are gone
When you are gone, when you are gone