46 Satires by The Besnard Lakes Lyrics

There are fairer equals into which our grace can fall
Hover over top of me
One is to believe there is fearful thinking only
Stay here with me
In life as there is in death, the other is to deny
Stay with me
Who is pure in spirit when the other becomes you?

I've gone through all my rings and assorted gold things
But there will always be something missing

Loss prediction
Made the forecast of a loss I would suffer

At the door, your sweet face looked away
And then back again
As though you heard an echo

That last day I saw you, the sun came with the rain
Three rainbows arched over the valley where you lay