Bearly
You and I were barely strangers
You and I were listening to the sound
I was heading to the battle
You were singing that old war hymn

How could you have let him bite you?
You and I were barely strangers
I was living just to spite you
You and I were so cross for a while

I was higher than the channel
It and I were friendly holding hands
Lapping up my wrist to buy me
In the grass where my head lie me

I was turning bitter better
Underneath those starlight peddler pines
I said it could get no stranger
Give me what you've got I'll leave the rinds

Maybe I should be more gracious
Maybe I should meet more strangers
I will die inside a letter
I will not cry, I'll grow feathers