Monetaries

On a cold mids mourner sun sharp right Upon a few tables smiling five pound note Gazing at me from the pavement Wet we looked, it wasn't there I was dreaming, you always are I see coins that were your eyes My eyes shining like sapphires I can't think, and I can't paint, I can't love And no one will, for money makes us of Death to monetaries Death to monetaries I've been happy, you've been sad You have died, you've own you'll be alive Always at my back I hear Always at my back I hear Monetaries Monetaries Monetaries Oh, death to monetaries Death to monetaries