Your name, scary, Is skipping a stone in my stomach and Carved up high in my eldest oak Sour lies, sour lies Was there truth then, before we spoke? Saturnine boy, Things haven't gone right You're made of What's discussed Over tap water in teacups Your eyes Heavy Luggage I carry I worry I dragged you through the mud Saturnine boy, Things haven't gone right Though I showed You to accept I have learned At your expense Saturnine boy, Things haven't gone right But I'll carry your heart in Mine