The moles on her hand form a constellation I've yet to name The moles on her hand form a constellation I've yet to name

They're out of the dark's ragbag, these two Moles dead in the pebbled rut, Shapeless as flung glov... They're out of the dark's ragbag, these two Moles dead in the pebbled rut, Sha...

Pain I don't say out loud Pain I don't say out loud