Ciderdown - One of Those Things Lyrics

Thought it was one of those things
Nightingales, butterfly wings
Picture me in the glass
Folded hands, eyes half-mast
I didn't think to ask
If he was worth the crash
The lonely fall
The waiting for the wonderful
Eyes like ice, ivory skin
Lips of blood, hair dark as sin
Paint me into the grave
As if my life was made
To sleep away
The shots that never showed his face
Woke myself from a bad dream
Thought I'd slept through my own scene
Stood from the coffin walls
Took off those tall red shoes
Bare feet can run
Away from death, from anyone
I thought it was one of those things