353 (Alt-J)

Silent knife, unholy knife, a bridge of cracks click as I twist my spine I turn to find a visitor Rapture me my Lolita And I know she knows that I killed my love The minister, the leap of oath She's as white as a ghost The aching feels like she's wanted[?] from coast to coast The scalpel bleach, make that a smile Stay with me, my darling, for my last little while And she sang to me, 'I'll be there as you sing yet I'll be gone before the second kiss me' "Kiss me out of the bearded barley Nightly, behind the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You wear those shoes and I will wear the dress. Oh kiss me" Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhh ooooooooooooooo three oooooooooooooo fifty-three