on a may day with a crimson bouquetnhow you walk with a crooked mouthnpast the blue birds come to scream in the rainnwith your cousins from the mystic southnyou got triplets and architects swaying from your heartnand a wooden horses laughnpantomime sticky valentine you're so sick of it allnand the rent just rosennwash it all out to seanwash it all out to seannon a good day i'll be wearing your smileni'll be pushing my weight aroundni'll be laughing with all your friendsni'll be telling them again how it didn't work outnthere'll be truces there'll be trialsnthere'll be cries from a room and your mothers real distressnwhen she looks at you and sees the truthnyou know nothing of her pain and it all turns out the samenntake it all out to seantake it all out to sea