ONCE

Once I was dug up I was sinking

I was longing to be saved

I lapped up to the bay bar

And I saw her bobbing like a wave

And I slowed down

Just six months this summer since I've known her

That she's been away

And sometimes I still answer to the gone ghosts

that only suckers make

Slow down and hold on hold on

Even my heroes are almost gone

Almost folding from the flame

But how low can your fuse glow

And warm you until your torch begins to fade

I dreamed of a couple dancing close and drunk

In the spray of lights they made

And once I was dug up I was sinking but now

I'm longing to be saved

I was happier this time last year.