Hands In The Estuary, Torso In The Lake Lyrics

they finally found you
just as the air is coldest at dawn
it was colder still for all the weeks that you were gone
my arms with marigold
there was one secret that even your sister never knew
throughout the forty-six day mystery of you
the better part of a bottle of gin
blue tarp and parts of you within
banging down the frontage road
haute couture had a kingdom
and you were its crown
you're going down in history
was it your golden smile they'd remember?
tall bones and bright eyes, no
it was the six weeks' mystery of you
you're going down in history