My dead heart in her heavy hand she said "now sing like you're a man"
And from her dirty king cotton sheets she showed me what that meant
Now everybody's got a destiny but me I've got my plans
And from the garden of the wounded ghost the ramparts I will man
And if you really want to be my friend
You'd better run while you still can
So you can make it to the bitter end with the bush of birds in hand
And you can glean from your bended knee
What I can hunt down 'till the end
And from the garden of the wounded ghost I'll save you my last dance
For you and your everything
Up off your bended knee
Mind the store with me
And from your hollow skin
We can fall right in
Love with everything
I am everything
You are everything
Under the sun that gleams
Wrapped up tight with that pretty little bow
Everything under the sun that gleams
If I could find a place to hang my keys and lay my head to rest
Near the sandy stones and rattled seas with fresh wind on my chest
Where dead stars still dance for me even though we call them dead
And dead hearts can learn to beat, stand up to the test
And off that bended knee
Off that bended knee
Off of that bended
Off of that bended knee
Yeah
Oh!
Me and my everything
Yeah
Oh!
You and your everything
Me and my hollow skin