My love becomes a mangenDyeing autumn in its leavesnWhen it broke me in the branchnWhere my antlers come to feednAnd I swam a hundred daysnIn the bosom of this filthnCarry on this droughtnAs I tighten my beltnnThis deceit has no armsnBended will, take what's yoursnn[Chorus]nCalling me she's calling menThis it may have come to falternWe have become these pleadsnnIn a field of balding marblenWhere the medicine awaitsnThe hourglass pokes atnThe ribs of my cagenAt half rations I'm finishednAt half rations the minutesnAll that happens was givennCoil and embracennThis deceit has no armsnBended will, take what's yoursnn[Chorus]