I used to run a banknI’m the sediment at the bottom of | your water tanknAnd for a change of tactnI’d like to say | I love the way | you scratch my backnnAnd it’s black, yeah it’s blacknThe hole you dug us innAnd it’s black, yeah it’s blacknAnd it’s black my heart I wear it wellnnShe came on like November | pretending to be summernAnd I could not remember to | shelter from the last of winternStay hidden from the coldnUntil the cold steals | your | bones [bones]nAnd all we have | a golden calf | cut in half