Brett Anderson - This Must Be Where It Ends

Mistress, help me
'cause your hair is like the autumn
And your flesh is like the sea.
You cannot stop the rain from falling, from falling,
No we tried to stop the rain.
You cannot stop the tide from flowing, from flowing,
No you can't hold back the sea.

This must be where it ends,
This must be where it ends,
This must be where it ends.

Mistress, help me
'cause that time in her Mercedes
You dropped your signet ring.
We tried to stop the rain from falling, from falling
But you can't hold back the sea.

This must be where it ends,
This must be where it ends,
This must be where it ends.

And your hair is like the autumn,
And your flesh is like the breeze,
And your skin is like the summer,
And your hair is like the trees...

But this must be where it ends,
Yes, this must be where it ends...