Mama go make my bed

Tuck in the absurd

These confessions are mine

But I?ll claim not a word

It?s a restless parade that passes me by

And through the cracks in my palm

I?ve seen them all gone

Some sequence of lives

She calls out alone

With a pain in her voice

It?s the wound of betrayal

It's the weapon of choice

That left her heart on display

Two tattoos of skin

One of ice, one of tin

For the days have gone by

But I ain?t one to reminisce

Close my heart and clench my fist

Now the days swiftly pass

With a chestfull of fear

Here the minutes are ours

But the moments are yours

And old acquaintances pass in trios, in pairs

If they stay or they go

One struggles to know

One struggles to care

But out beyond the penitentiary walls

The wind blows hard, the highway calls

And if you should pass the St. James Hotel

Please stop in ?cause I knew you well

But that was, oh, so long ago

And no, I never learned how to let go

But if you fear your own thoughts

And you?re sick of this life

If you?re reckless of hand

And trembling a knife

Though your doors prefer locks

And your death prefers spoons

Come step out your gate, one last laugh at fate

Forever is too soon

But if I?m sick or if I?m well

Across the field the death bell knells

So run and tell my darling true

That my death is short

My breath is you, so please come down

And take my hand, my last demand

And lead me to some slender rest

But please dismiss what I confess