Face Down (I Mean a Lot to You)

Face down in bed, crude Ragged covers and ragged rouge Last swig of cheap, sad gin Crosses out all you have been What bird of prey escapes? What bloody nose and tear-soaked face? Why do I find you in this place? Why doesn't God fix his mistakes? I mean a lot to you I mean a lot to you And it's awful clear what's happened here When you let the dogs run through I mean a lot to you I mean a lot to you And you swore as much, so fair enough I won't wake you up too soon Face down in bed, splayed So I let the door creak and shake That's barely all it takes To reveal your bleary grace And your blurry arms stretch out Your distant gaze and dried-up mouth Skin like Atlantis in a drought Colourless secrets that never sprout I mean a lot to you I mean a lot to you And it's awful clear what's happened here When you let the dogs run through I mean a lot to you I mean a lot to you And you swore as much, so fair enough I won't wake you up too soon Stumbling drunk, dressing gown on, through the hall Stumbling drunk, dressing gown on, through the hall Stumbling drunk, dressing gown on, through the hall Face down in bed, strange I forgot what I had to say Sweet smell of coming rain I shut the window and turn away And in someone else's town Another house burns to the ground And with it goes your ancient crown And all that grows where you are found