Most Beautiful Widow In Town - Sparklehorse

We were both standing

In your mother's living room

Sweating up a storm in that

Terrible month of june

And the sweat

Rolled down your cheek

And into your mouth

I knew this must've been a dream

'Cos you're mother

Would never let me in her house

You are the most

Beautiful widow

You are the most

Beautiful widow

You are the most

Beautiful widow in town

Many years later

The glassy month of december

I stood with my hands in my pockets

Trying to avoid

A shiny wedding portrait

Hanging on that old woman's wall

'Cos I knew you'd be wearing a smile

That'd be too

Painful to look upon

You are the most

Beautiful widow

I bet you are the most

Beautiful widow

I bet you are the most

Beautiful widow in town