Ahem.
Died like a freeze,
I'll be dressed up and ready
If I could wake you up from your own
Don't let me sleep late,
they won't start it without me
You mean they can't, or I won't at all
But this doesn't make sense,
I am not one bit tired
We're both fine and we're
ready right now
There's no way that we'll
be late that morning
The bells of our bodies
will be rung for a while
And the sleep that we lose
for the singing
We'll get back by waiting
a thousand miles in
Oh
People pass through
they've got so much to do
in states far away from home
I promise I'll bring back
some fantastic things
You in one piece is all that I ask
This guitar and this doll ring aren't fancy
I'll keep both for the rest of my life
We won't be able to sleep
through the organ
It will sound like a mid
night minefire outside
The old moon stays up through the night
Playing slowly and singing
To prepare us for darkness outside
I'm sick from the
sweet three days out of the week
I think I'm ready for what
you're talking about
Trying to sleep through
the headache pill sheen
Is that really why you're wound up so tight?
If it's true and hell has better music
Then can the devil really be all that bad?
We steal people's medicine, don't we?
We can never quit looking for fire
Do you think that the Lord
will be sore with us, my love?
He knows how,
and especially why