For

the

love,

I'd

fal-

len

on

In

the

swam-

py

Au-

gust

dawn

What

a

mis-

chief

you

would

bring,

young

dar-

li-

ng

When

the

o-

nus

is

not

all

your

own

When

you're

up

for

it

be-

fore

you've

grown

Woah-

oh-

oh-

oh,

oh-

oh,

oh-

oh

From

the

faun

for-

e-

ver

gone

In

the

to-

wers

of

your

ho-

ney-

comb

I'd

a

tore

your

hair

out

just

to

climb

back,

dar-

li-

ng

When

you're

fil-

ling

out

your

on-

ly

form

Can

you

tell

that

it's

just

ce-

re-

mon’?

Now

you've

ad-

ded

up

to

what

you're

from

Woah-

oh-

oh-

oh,

oh-

oh,

oh-

oh

Build

your

tet-

her

rain-

out

from

your

frag-

ments

Break

the

sai-

lor's

ta-

ble

on

your

sa-

crum

Fuck

the

fier-

cest

fa-

bles,

I’m

with

Ha-

gen

For

the

love,

comes

the

bur-

ning

young

From

the

li-

ver,

swea-

ting

through

your

tongue

Well,

you're

stan-

ding

on

my

ster-

num

Don't

you

climb

down,

dar-

li-

ng

Oh,

the

ser-

mons

are

the

first

to

rest

Smoke

on

Sun-

days

when

you're

drunk

and

dressed

Out

the

hol-

lows

where

the

swal-

low

nests

Woah-

oh-

oh-

oh,

oh-

oh,

oh-

oh