[Verse 1]
A carnival, a flesh farewell
Hiessens rising from the, from the dead
"Wyman-Elvis," calls our girl
And counts the ash to where, to where he bled

[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

[Chorus]
At the first, a crimson mist
At the second, sleeplessness
At the third, a broken tryst
At the fourth, a lonesomeness

[Verse 2]
Gawly the sweethearts leaves
The soldier's tears
The Riddle river grieves
Wyman-Elvis disappears

[Chorus]
Only in a scrid of flesh
Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern
Only by her own gooseflesh
Knows she somewhen he'll return