I'll Be Looking Out for Me

You wear your pain like flesh medals round your eyes

A peacock fan of blue and black, a victim's prize

I wrote your name in wine droplets on the bed

I said it was talismanic, you said it was a mess

Willows, lilies, fig and cassis

And other graveyard smells

We'd be married in June 'neath a red Spanish moon

In a rapture of Pentecostal bells

Your thighs are a portal to heaven

But I don't intend to be going there soon

So from now I'll be looking out for me

And I'll be seeing you

Willows, lilies, fig and cassis

And other graveyard smells

We'd be married in June 'neath a red Spanish moon

In a rapture of Pentecostal bells

Your thighs are a portal to heaven

But I don't intend to be going there soon

So from now I'll be looking out for me

And I'll be seeing you