Alt-J - 353

Silent knife, unholy knife, a bridge of cracks click as I twist my spine
 I turn to find a visitor
 Rapture me my Lolita
 And I know she knows that I killed my love

 The minister, the leap of oath
 She's as white as a ghost
 The aching feels like she's wanted[?] from coast to coast
 The scalpel bleach, make that a smile
 Stay with me, my darling, for my last little while
 And she sang to me, 'I'll be there as you sing yet I'll be gone before the second kiss me'

 "Kiss me out of the bearded barley
 Nightly, behind the green, green grass
 Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
 You wear those shoes and I will wear the dress.
 Oh kiss me"

 Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhh
 ooooooooooooooo three
 oooooooooooooo fifty-three