Burial - Her Name is Calla

There’s no one left to give

You trusted this with me

I let it slip away

And I do hope the dogs are fine

We’ll bury them with pieces of you

And not all your sandwiches are bad

Bury them with pieces of you

And I don’t have choices, only anger

And I don’t have choices, only anger

And I don’t have choices, only anger

And I don’t have choices, only anger

And I don’t have choices, only anger

And I don’t have choices, only anger

And I don’t have choices, only anger