You led me headlong to the place where I belong  Dealing big blows to what my heart knows  Old hat and old stories  I get a little red and I'll burst rather than wax and melt  I get a little wrecked  And recalled how I cursed the fact of your tortured trust  Now that's gone I was so wrong, we know where our love lies  Through the catacoms we roam  Come into my house, throw open the windows wide  Then back to your house to do likewise  Cliche time more or less, I stake my claim  You stake my heart, strinking dumb then dearly depart  When it gets too heavy, send for Henny - I'll follow her  Where wet nursed apologies and putrid prisons mix  Our love becomes this useless box of tricks  When it seems so heavy, send for Henny - I'll follow her