Dead Dressed

One tenth of her
I feel her talking through my stand-up hairs
Which of you - Huh? Huh? - or does he touch them or is he daft?
It's hard, boys, alone and old
It's really like her
It wears her clothes
I might be, I might be
But you're not me, and you don't know
I'm back in the mine
Back in the mine
Don't be afraid my love for you to die
It stands its ground as I stand mine
The ex-flesh of the temperature
You're just as beautiful as your light allows