The Decemberists Follow

my name is Leslie Anne Levine

my mother birthed me down a dry ravine

my mother birthed me far too soon

born at nine and dead at noon

fifteen years gone now

i still wander this parapet

and shake my rattle bone

fifteen years gone now

i still cling to the petticoats

of the girl who died with me

on the roof above the streets

the only love i've known 's a chimney sweep

lost and lodged inside a flue

back in 1842

fifteen years gone now

i still wail from these catacombs

and curse my mother's name

fifteen years gone now

still a wastrel mesallied

has brought this fate on me

my name is Leslie Anne Levine

i've got no one left to mourn for me

my body lies inside its grave

in a ditch not far away

fifteen years gone now

i still wander this parapet

and shake my rattle bone

fifteen years gone now

i still cling to the petticoats

of the girl who died with me