You Are Not the One Who Loves Me by My Dying Bride Lyrics

You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing
And I dry thee
I am this rope
Around your feet

And it's summer
That bows its head
Down the rivers of night
He fathers great hatred
Oh, and the moon
Played in your eyes
Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the floor
Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
And flesh
Limp and poor