Till the sun blisters and sprays

And every lamb ceases to graze

When the kiss of the comb

Tears my face from the bone



I'll be your light

When the shadows fall down the walls

Then life will be done

And it just won't matter at all



I was caught from a hand

Nurtured on grime, goodwill and screams

Now your breath fills my step

Now there is you till life is gone



But I'll be your light

When the shadows fall down the walls

Then life will be done

And it just won't matter at all



I'll roll your ball

Till the stars can't make me cry

Then life will be done

And it just won't matter at all

Not at all



When the kiss of the comb

Tears my face