Definitely not Morrissey! :?
I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Over …
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to cut me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
Though she needs you
More than she loves you
And I know it’s over – still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over
Now THAT’S Morrissey 8)