Brittle, Crushed & Torn - Marissa Nadler

Many were the years I was brittle

Crushed and tore your name from leaf hearts

And blades of grass, they were lost in the haze

And it’s funny, he still loves me

And it’s funny, he still loves me

Call her name, she dreams of you

Send her your regards

In the flesh is what I want

I know your weak manner

Where did you go, fantasy?

You’re lost in the haze when you’re free

Life is a rambling when you are gone

When you are gone, when you are gone