To thank you, jealous heart, I put you in the ground
The driver rides the rain, the trumpeter he sounds
As blood is to the root, is silver to the crown
Take it as you may, my love has gone away
Then it all comes to nothing
Then it all comes to nothing
To break you, jealous heart, I build to tear it down
The timber from the walls, the make-up from the clown
And dirt is to the grave as water to the drowned
So long to my slave, my wheel's beneath the waves
Then it all comes to nothing
Then it all comes to nothing
Writer(s): Mark Lanegan, Richard David Machin, Ian John Glover
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