Mont St. Michel - Hotel of the Laughing Tree

Lined with roses at your feet, rusted robots fall asleep.

Caroline, you cannot kill whatever ails you.

Cyanide for starving eyes,

Make that fortress in the sky shine with love, a lonely light,

They just want to come down now.

Do you look beneath the ice?

And do we age like summer wine?

Of all these things, I’ll never know, I’ll never question.

When all our friends are doing time, they sent me back on a rusted bike,

and swore to me that Eleanor says «we're doing well».

And I watched you fade away through the mountain mist

And I thought I heard your name (God speed, my son)

Cursing all that lives (never return).

I don’t want your house, I don’t want your home.

I just need your blood to heat my bones.

I don’t want your house, I don’t want your home,

My name is my own, my name is my own.

I just need your blood to heat my bones,

My name is my own, my name is my own.

I just need your love to heat my home,

I just need your love to heal my bones.