Rosevel

Please don't drag me back to Rosevel/underneath your creaking bed

No air, no hatches under there/no pleasantries hatched overhead

I left/what was left of you, What was left of you/couldn't he kept,

And I warned you I would have to cut off dead wood,

Please don't make me say those words again/to satisfy a whim

I left too much kept under ice/don't drag that hack up again ()

Please don't send me back to Rosevel/in between your knuckle bed

I turned my back on life itself/I couldn't tell it wasn't dead ()