Oh these sacred midnight lovers vows,
You wear them like (a holy shroud?);
and I can't get a word in;
and I sit here, learing at you.
I'm seeing things, through a young mothers eyes;
as a poison sunrise,
is hanging in the sky,
and I recognise this road, as the town where you was born.
My hands are raw;
My hands are raw;
from digging my own grave.
Now its morning in the cow town,
Old man winter lets his hair down;
and they're burning all in the (dark?)
feels better when there's (none?)
and the corner of the blue sky
the slumlord hauls his guts out
said; "I did it all for love";
we did it all for love!
My hands are raw,
My hands are raw;
from digging my own grave.
Oh your sacred midnight lovers vows,
I fucked 'em up,
forget me now.
I'm squirmin and I'm hearing,
Watch the good life dissapearing,
I'm left dreaming in the treetops;
with the (photos) and the (hildaha hawks?)
You are hypnitising breathing,
I'll surrender peacefully.
My hands are raw,
My hands are raw;
from digging my own grave...
*aw man someone post this properly, I love this song but have no idea what he is saying!