In my body I stir
You never fingered me for murder
Bur that's not me down there
And me and time
We keep killing each other
Leaving me cured your pain
I never made you happy, did I?
Now the angel of death hangs in the sky
Over the roof of my home
These illusions of sadness
This blade of the night
Under the wolf-faced moon
Where I think about you
Realizing it was all too good to be true
When your legs get tired I’ll offer you my seat
I’m not Jesus but I can still wash your feet
My love, I might be--
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