These things crawl across my floor

I can't use them anymore

There's a heaven in her band

Alleluias in my hand

All my patience love's inside

She just climbed the stage and died

Lights that rose and fell again

Songs that thinned out near the end

Oh, her voice trailed off in the end



Though your miles are more than mine

The things I've taken in a bind

It's for certain it's for sure

I've no use for them no more

Making room within one's self

For another's songs to help

And it all comes back to me

As I walk hungover down the street

Oh, and it all comes back to me



And it all comes back to me

And it all comes back to me



And it all comes back to me

As I walk hungover down the street

She's a mother in disguise

I look different in her skies



But it's morning so I say

It's a big red letter day

Her skin's like whitewash like skim milk

Her words sing softly just like silk

There are some things I've got to say

She won't understand anyway

There are miles between our hearts

There's salvation in false starts

I'm forsaken in the end



I'm forsaken in the end

I'm forsaken in the end

I'm forsaken in the end

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(c) 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI