Bit of Gaslight? Go on then.

Corner boys told her I was dying to meet her
Like a prayer I said on a dead man’s knee
You drove up like a parade…

Your old ’55 that you drove through the roof.
Of the sky, up above these indifferent stars.
Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.
You fell straight in my arms.

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