Ah've cried one thousand tears, it's true. - Nick Cave

The woods eats the woman and dumps her honey-body in the mud,
Her dress floats down the well and it assumes the shape of the body of a little girl,
Yeah, I recognize that girl,
She stumbled in some time last loneliness,
But I could not stand to touch her now,
My one and only onlyness.

I took her from rags right through to stitches,
Oh baby, tonight we sleep in separate ditches.

King Ink strolls into town...
He sniffs around.