Under amber skies I repent my faults Midst them golden fields In the lap of Father Gibault For I don't deserve God's love At night's darkening 'Neath the sheets I crawl Laying harkening For his heavy steps Sounding across the hall Sleeping, sweating, choking, dreaming Turning, cramping, waking, screaming, Sacred saviour, holy mother Spare me, save me, from that shadow on the wall And I ask of thee Teach me humble life Save my rotten soul Fustigate all vice Out of my foul core And Charlie has already left To be a shade on his own And Will already wrote With lipstick on the walls Burning, beating, pain infliction Whipping, striking, torment's diction Sacred saviour, holy mother There's no running from that shadow on the wall