We Both Go Down Together – The Decemberists
Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can’t see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it’s just beginning
You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty
And, oh, my love, my love…
And, oh, my love, my love…
We both go down together
I found you a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor-camps
I laid you down in the grass of a clearing
You wept, but your soul was willing
And, oh, my love, my love…
And, oh, my love, my love…
We both go down together
And my parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand
Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet, untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying,
We fall but our souls are flying
And, oh, my love, my love…
And, oh, my love, my love…
And, oh, my love, oh my love…
And, oh, my love, my love…
We both go down… together
