[wrote these lyrics while in a Decemberists phase (thus the tragedy/darkness)]

What’s there left now to say?
I was always my best with you near
As if my right arm – perfect fit,
Quite the match for its mate
It was clear

Dream not back on the days
We traded sweet nothings 'twixt our ears
Oh, but it’s all for the best,
Passing out of that phase
After years

Now come, I’ll throw you away
I’ll destroy everything you hold dear
With my right arm, as the left
Makes a loop ‘round your waist
To keep you here

Then let me hear you call my name
You’ll meet your fate, you shan’t escape
It’s clear
Those tears draw me near, oh…
Ya da da….

Drift deep down, Desiree
First you thought there was no cause for tears
Then my right arm right arrested
Your shock-stricken face
Full of fear

That look of shock fades away
As your body, snow-white through the clear
Water so warm, touches ground
As the waves seal your fate
With a leer

Singing la da da…

One last debt left to pay
I shall come down to meet you, my dear
See my right arm reaching out
In the depths of the lake
Do you hear

As I dare to call your name?
We’ve meet your fate, we shan’t escape
It’s clear
Those tears draw me near, oh…
Ya da da….

Now I’ve license to say
Without hint of humor or cheer
Despite my right arm, always thought you
A lady first-rate
Without peer