Bindweed #2 by Nick Littler
The bindweed forces its way in
Through cracks between the brickwork
The poison enters in
To everything, baby

Your disapproval
Fills up the room

A deck of hand-drawn Tarot cards
The Priestess and the Hanged Man
The superstition enters in
To everything, baby

Please don’t call me baby
Please don’t call me baby
Please don’t call me baby
Please don’t call me baby

The bindweed wraps around our house
And strangles us, and strangles us
The bindweed wraps around our house
And strangles us, baby