This suit of clay I wear
Has a sleeve across my mouth
And the roots of trees that bind you
Are to keep you way down south
For you can not touch a state of mind
Love cannot keep you warm
You left my life outside the door
Or down upon the road
The type of place like heaven
Where nothings ever sold
Still you fail to see the reason why
You get so very cold
This house
Is a poor house
Gutter stained footsteps
On nowhere stairs
And the window pulled open so wide
It's all you can do but to come inside
She: Struck that slap-shack bare
Struck that slap-shack bare
Struck that slap-shack bare
Forgive me my trespasses baby
And take me back home
There was a time
Every starry sky
Drank with me
Drank with me
And I could've cried, yeah I could've cried
This house you built for me
Is colder now than you
And the fragments of the birthday cake
Lie on the farther side of grace
How does it feel to be loved
Forgive me my trespasses baby
And take me back home
There was a time
Every starry sky
Drank with me
Drank with me
And I could've cried
And I could've cried
She spits like a child
Fire putting out fire
Won't pay for the right to live
There's no-one else left
For her to forgive
(Once upon a time
I shared a vacant lot
With an "always hurting real bad" child
Dirt stones and trees were good to us
She was spat out and snuffed
Round this here corner town
Did the darndest of things by proxy
And her name still
Pare me down to a sole cold bone
Put it down to a bone cold soul
Some pretty sorry prayer.)