Olive Trees

I put my head in a paper bag then I crushed it up You're so beautiful sitting in the bullring On the day you die, I'll burn down our house and all the olive trees I never wanna go back there, I never wanna go back there This place gets too loud when the neighbours come over And I'm feeling overwhelmed like a dying mule Broke your plates in the kitchen Paralysed in fear, I'd rather die than admit I fucked up I fucked up But then you tell me you still love me, yeah And we can buy new plates tomorrow And look at piles of fish in the market, swimming in the autumn rain