Three Coins In The Fountain

When the horses come to drag me away

I won't fuss and fight I won't plead or beg

and wherever they dump me

I'll lay my head

I'll sleep it off, I'll sleep alone

Until the longing burrows a hole

Straight through my sternum

To make its home

I have this way of carrying on

These fruitless passions fallen from the vine

And the sweetest nectar

Turns to bitter wine

But still we drink we drip the bottle dry

We smash it apart and lick the sides

Recycled lovers

Expiring the night

So when the horses come I won't scream or cry

I've been dying for them to take my life

And I'll sing of a new birth

A past unscratched

So don't be sad, we should both rejoice

To the sound of those hooves

Down that dark highway in opposite directions

Wherever they dump us we'll stay

Recycled lovers gets so carried away

Gets so carried away, so carried away