Did you ever see The Holy Mountain On Ice?   Thirty tons of frogs and blood cascading like dice   The decoration painting   Was inhibited by fainting   And the clean-up operation wasn't nice      So you did some work for me and you didn't get paid?   Think of all the songs you sang and the love that you made   While Mr. Mendes kisses Kate   I, in my kitchen, break a plate   And sweep it up and dream of getting laid      I don't know if you got my letter   But everyone thinks you're great   If you come home it will be much better   And I will be your mate until we die      If you try to do the cube and it doesn't work out   Don't peel the stickers off or move the pieces about   Just send it in to this address   My underlings will do the rest   Unless you fill the envelope with doubt      As a child I used to be obsessed with Pale Saints   In a shop of art supplies among the sale paints   I thought this girl was Meriel   And I asked if she'd sing at my burial   "That isn't me," she said with some restraint      I don't know if you got my letter   It should have arrived by now   When you come home it will be much better   I'm longing to show you how until we die