It's your bicycle bells and you Rembrandt swellsnYour children alive and still breathingnAnd your look of loss when you're coming acrossnMakes me feel like a thief when you're bleedingnnDuchess DuchessnLight up your candles for menDuchess DuchessnPut all your love back in menI come listening I touch touchingnnWith the Persian sea running through your veinsnYou shed your names with the seasonsnStill they all return with the last remainsnAnd they lay them before you like reasonsnnWith your shimmering dress it says no it says yesnIt says I've nothing left for conceivingnIts your shiftless flesh and your old girls gracenIts your young girls face that I'm breathingnnDuchess DuchessnLight up your candles for menDuchess Duchess DuchessnPut all the love back in mennI am lying she is crying