The Triffids
"Rosevel"

Please don't drag me back to Rosevel
underneath your creaking bed
No air, no hatches under there
no pleasantries hatched overhead

Chorus:
I left
what was left of you,
What was left of you
couldn't he kept,
And I warned you I would have to cut off dead wood,
Please don't make me say those words again
to satisfy a whim
I left too much kept under ice
Don't drag that hack up again

(Chorus)
Please don't send me back to Rosevel
in between your knuckle bed
I turned my back on life itself
I couldn't tell it wasn't dead (Chorus)