Dark in the house of kindness
Entering like a thief
Closing the doors of treason: hoping to find relief
Huddling down beside her
Stink of another she
Closing me eyes and telling the lies about the things that will never be
I got a tombstone on my head
- just waiting to tip over
The vultures circle round my bed
- don't think I'll get much older
Sleep will make it never happen
Take my sins and give them wings
Lies are the truths of nighttime - truth is what morning brings
Desperate by affection
Love like a dying man
Touching her lightly, holding her tightly, warm is the dead mans hand
I got a tombstone on my head
- just waiting to tip over
The vultures circle round my bed
- don't think I'll get much older
I am one with my demons, seems they ate my soul
Still I dread the hour when all my sins unfold
Dead mans hand!
I got a tombstone on my head
Dead mans hand!
Just waiting to tip over
Dead mans hand!
The vultures circle above my bed
Dead mans hand!
Don't think I'll get much older