Brett Anderson - Pretty Widows lyrics

See the pretty widows, cold as April
Skies hold their winter roses
Clothed in nursery rhymes
And love is where you find it
And love is where you
Reach and love is in the patterns at her feet

So play her game of tarot, hold her
Hennaed hand, fold her dress like petals
Turn the hanging man
And love is where you find it
And love is where you
Reach and love is in the patterns at her feet

So call the pretty widows, clear as
April skies, steal her winter roses
Sing her nursery rhymes

Na na na na na na na na na
Oh when the morning calls
And the morning calls