Does my jumper

Say that I’ve given up on life?

Do you still dream

Of being somebody else’s wife?

As I try to figure out

What to wear to Church on Sundays

Lest of all, my heart on my sleeve;

Oh those fabricated sentimental tendencies!

That whistle and wane

In the distance

Like chapel bells

Calling, calling…

Calling out your name,

Come out from your hide!

The cave door rolls open;

I am resurrected. I am alive.