The Devil's On A Bench In Stanley Park lyrics

The devil's on a bench In Stanley Park She's a girl Who looks like you But only when it's dark The January sun Sets on her eyes Collapses on a landscape Filled with neon butterflies The Devil wears A bracelet made of bronze She offers me calligraphy And puts the kettle on Out on Commercial Drive It's growin' dark The rest is rust And stardust In a vacant Arctic Heart Don't bury me Very far From where you'll be Emily No don't bury me Very far From where you'll be Emily Emily The devil has A hundred thousand names These are girls Who look like you But only when it rains So when I'm on the highway Of the Lord I have to take a shortcut To the one that I adored Don't bury me Very far From where you'll be Emily Don't let them bury me Very far From where you'll be Emily Emily Sweet Emily