Rose, 1956

[Verse 1]
Sharp hangover, it is Christmas Eve
It fades and evaporates, passing the trains and lakes and trees
Your breaths are short and urgent and it is unsettling
'Cause you got married when you were fifteen, fifteen

[Verse 2]
Now I hide out from telephone wires at Waxahatchee Creek
Your body, weak from smoke and tar and subsequent disease
You got married when you were fifteen, fifteen
No miscalculation, each other's only living means

[Bridge]
Your arms wane thinner
And your legs surrender

[Verse 3]
Sunlight probing, it is Christmas Eve, no stitch of shade
We pass by lakes and big mimosa trees
Your breaths are short and urgent and it is unsettling
You got married when you were fifteen