From the album Ophelia
What’s it like there outside with the living? From this broken down place where I hide from the living, from the living. I don’t care to stay with the living.
The bottle has been to me my closest friend and my worst enemy. Afraid that I’ve walked a fine line, squandered it all and wasted my time. I don’t stand a chance among the living.
All the lovers I’ve gambled and lost, count my mistakes, whatever the cost. I’ll go off, I’ll make myself scarce. Come tomorrow, you won’t find me here. I don’t care to stay among the living. No, I don’t think I’ll remain.
Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride ©1998