And when she drowns   Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh   "Good God oh my" I cry and die and lie beside   She is the apple in my eye   She talked to God   I couldn't cope   Or'd hope eloped   A dope she roped   This salty lie      And when she's dreaming, I believe   And when she's reading, I retreat   Can't believe her   Telling me she's dead again   Telling me she's dead against it   And deep my wound   Within for every second chance it was thy-tore   From deep within, despite the rain, my words are worn   She loves to talk into the phone   No matter who   No matter when   No matter where   No better than the faulty line