Lyrics

Oh, I am so sad and sad and sad And all the bad things I've ever done Fix me with an evil eye And the sizzling coals I walk upon Have much bigger feet to fry I measure my age by everything that I've forgotten And old steam battle with a rusty bottom A whisper comes from the living world Not much but it will do Faint as a heartbeat, its message is curdled There will be no knock or ring for you And in the night there are sights to be seen From out of the wall my sorrows creep You can't keep the shadows from giving up their dreams And there is a lack of tomorrows And there is a lack of tomorrows And there is a lack of tomorrows Had made that sin appear a virtue Had it made it appear no sin Had made it appear absolved by time and circumstances As by some magical wishing And yet it remain to fester uncured Almost as if those sinned against still felt themselves To have some unaddressed complaint