Emily Returns Testo

The Devil's on a bench in Stanley Park
She's a girl who looks like you
but only when it's dark
The January sun sets on her eyes
Collapses on a landscape filled with
neon butterflies
The Devil wears a bracelet made of bronze
She offers me calligraphy
and puts the kettle on
out on Commercial Drive
it's growin' dark
the rest is rust and stardust
in a vacant Arctic Heart
Don't bury me
very far
from where you'll be
Emily
no don't bury me
very far
from where you'll be
Emily
Emily
The Devil has a hundred thousand names
These are girls who look like you
but only when it rains
So when I'm on the highway of the Lord
I have to take a shortcut
to the one that I adored
Don't bury me
very far
from where you'll be
Emily
don't let them bury me
very far
from where you'll be
Emily
Emily
Sweet Emily