Days Of Rum

Marissa Nadler

She'd know in her time 
She was young 
A year to die 
She had gazed a mile 
In the corner in the night 

And a man come to her 
In the dead of old winter 
And the doldrums [?] 
To touch her body and her mind 

Singing, Dum-diddle-dum 
Days of fun, days of rum 
Singing, Dum-diddle-dum 
Days of fun, days of rum 

Scarlet in the morning 
Raise the bloody blind 
Oh, she'd know in her time 
She young 
And young to die 
But the roses never came 
She was just some [?] 
And in her bed, she bleeds 
As she dreamt of a dying [?] 

Singing, Dum-diddle-dum 
Days of fun, days of rum 
Singing, Dum-diddle-dum 
Days of fun, days of rum