All of your

Letters in me

My feet are swollen

From the trouble here

The trouble lately

We'll make it by the boatshed

We'll make it by the stream

And I hang my name

Just for the record

All over me

But it's all been arranged

Yeah it's all been arranged

Pretty head down on my pillow

And I won't be this happy again

All of my sickness in you

I heard you stumbled

By the stranger here

The stranger lately

I met him at the main house

I met him on the street

And he hurled my name

With many fingers

All aimed at me

But it's all been arranged

Yeah it's all been arranged

Pretty head down on my pillow

And I won't be this happy again