One Last Vow

On this sacriment,

our lovers vows,

You wear them like a holy shroud;

and I cant 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;

from digging my own grave.

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 blood

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;

from digging my own grave,

My hands are raw;

from digging my own grave.

Oh your sacriment,

our lovers vows,

I fucked 'em up,

forget me now.

The squirmin and I'm hearing,

Watch the good life dissapearing,

I'm left dreaming in the treetops;

with the photos and the hollyhocks.

You are hypnitising breathing,

I'll surrender peacefully.

My hands are raw;

from digging my own grave,

My hands are raw;

from digging my own grave