Poor Eliza - Chris Bathgate

I’m sinking, come save me Poor Eliza, my patsy

My visions all black holed and quivering

It is what it is what it is

I curse thee, for placing these dark days upon me

For setting my blood as your dowry

It is what it is what it is

My wife is older and has no intentions

Is mindfully out in the garden

Out with the hay softly darkening

And painting it all light and liquid

The shadows all serious and cursive

All washing out in the distance

All washing out in the distance

Me and, me and my flat-footed daydream

We hold it together so simply

All sovereign and long to be sleeping

Cause we have been saving our birthdays

From heartbreak and winter and swift chase

From heartbreak and winter and swift chase

From heartbreak and winter and swift chase