When last I spoke to Carol I said:
"I can't pretend it gets easier."
She said: "I've hung on, I have edged
Along this narrow ledge
Since the day I was born in 1975."

When last I spoke to Carol I said:
"I can't pretend I feel love for you."
She said: "I've hammered a smile
Across this pasty face of mine
Since the day I was born in 1975."

When I said goodbye to Carol
Black earth upon the casket fell
She had faded to
Something I always knew
To the rescue
Nobody [bad word]