Dead Dressed

One tenth of her

I feel her talking through my stand-up hairs

Which of you - Huh? Huh? - or does he touch them or is he daft?

It's hard, boys, alone and old

It's really like her

It wears her clothes

I might be, I might be

But you're not me, and you don't know

I'm back in the mine

Back in the mine

Don't be afraid my love for you to die

It stands its ground as I stand mine

The ex-flesh of the temperature

I'm just as beautiful as your light allows