Shearwater - Little Locket lyrics

He's got a little locket picture
Of the maids' commission
With bees blowing through the bushes
He makes the first incision

And these dolls race through the garden
A chef on boneless roses opens the bandages
This sleeping house discloses

What the guest's dreams are hiding
As he rests above the arbor
With little flowers crying
For all their heads he's harbored

And the then midnight market stalls
Fill with up chloroform
The face within his locket calls
"Take off your uniform"

They kiss him before parting
Then melt into his pockets
He's trampling through the garden
And he's got a little locket