Labelled With Love

She unscrews the top from her new whiskey bottle Shuffles about in her candle lit hovel Like some kind of witch with blue fingers and mittens She smells like a cat and the neighbors she sickens Black and white TV has long seen a picture The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture The postman delivers the final reminders She sells off her silver and poodles and in china Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf Home is a love that I miss very much The past has been bottled and labelled with love During the wartime and American pilot Made every air-raid a time of excitement She moved to his prairie and married a Texan She looked from a distance our love was a lesson He became drinker and she became mother She knew that one day she'd be one or the other He ate himself older drunk himself dizzy Proud of her features she kept herself pretty Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf Home is a love that I miss very much The past has been bottled and labelled with love He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber Out on the porch in the middle of summer She crossed the ocean back home to her family But they had retired to roads that were sandy She moved home alone without friends or relations Lived in a world full of age reservations A moth eaten object she'd say that she'd sod all her friends Who had left her to drink from her bottle Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf Home is a love that I miss very much The past has been bottled and labelled with love Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf Home is a love that I miss very much The past has been bottled and labelled with love The past has been bottled and labelled with love The past has been bottled and labelled with love --- Labelled with Love - Squeeze