Dear Sweet Filthy World - Elvis Costello, The Brodsky Quartet

Dear sweet, filthy world, my wife

Or whoever reads this

I think that I’ve lived too long

With all of my promise unfulfilled

But there is a veil drawn over all of that

I know you’ll probably say

«Spare us the melodrama»

I don’t know how he chose

The pills or the stupid revolver"

I’m out of luck

I’m not that strong

My hands, your neck

I might have wrung

Don’t try to find me

I’m not worth anything anymore

I am not leaving you

With all of your problems

'Cause the biggest one is me

Life is dark and cold as the sea

Embrace me in my anguish

Put seaweed in my hair

And vow that you won’t cry

Because I’ve gone, I can’t go on

I can’t go on, I can’t go on

I must close now