The Bitter End
If ever you should die I know I'll shave my head.
It’s not a morbid thought- I mean it out of love.
Come back, daddy,
come back to the bitter end.
Come back, daddy
hounds-tooth coats and vitamins.
If ever the sea claims our cities on the coast,
before the last bridge blows I know I will propose.
Come back, baby,
armed with paddles in your hands.
Come back, baby,
come back to the bitter end.
The soil on the spade will be my love and hurt.
The cell-phone satellites will hurl to the earth.
But in the moon,
there is half of our shadow on.
From in the womb,
there are strange sounds on the waterfront
And it takes a monk
to lose it all.
Come back, baby,
come back to the bitter end.
Come back everything that caught up in the plans.
Come back, baby,
come back to the bitter end.
Come back everything that put salt in the sand.