All Souls
by PJ Harvey
From the album: I Inside the Old Year Dying
Duration: 4:21
Lyrics for All Souls
A carnival, a flesh farewell Hiessens rising from the, from the dead "Wyman-Elvis," calls our gurrel And counts the ash to where, to where he bled One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight At the first, a crimson mist At the second, sleeplessness At the third, a broken tryst At the fourth, a lwonesomeness Gawly, the sweethearts leaves The soldier's tears The Riddle river grieves Wyman-Elvis disappears Only in a scrid of flesh Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern Only by her own gooseflesh Knows she somewhen he'll return