Her name it was Ivy
and she was dark as night could be
She wandered through the miles of ice and snow
and came right back to me
I wanted nothing to do with her
that apple fell far from the tree
but I've done gone and changed my mind
now Ivy's growin' on me
And her black black heart made big bad sounds
as she traveled through the valleys and the cold sweet towns
where her fate might have laid, well, I don't want to know
no one escapes from the dryness of bone
Born on Friday the 13th
or was it Valentine's Day?
I can't remember which is which
since Ivy crept this way
So sickly and pathetic
no level ground for she
I picked her up and raised a glass
now Ivy's growin' on me
And her black black heart made big bad sounds
as she traveled through the valleys and the cold sweet towns
where her fate might have laid, well, I don't want to know
no one escapes from the dryness of bone
