Blood in my heart and blood on your mind
as you search for that flaw that you'd find
dissecting the words of an innocent
leaving love and compassion behind
Scattered ashes are all that remains
of the things that went on before
so let it thunder and let it rain
cause these things can't hurt me no more
Dirty glasses in the morning's light
recollections of your presence last night
but in the new day's hostile silence
the intent of your echoing words seems violent
Cruel cold rain's tormenting me - there are no visions left to see
just hazy shapes and whispering voices
the future is filled with lunatic choices
There has to be music, there has to be wine
to lessen the pain, to make me feel fine
escape from this life, escaping from me
it's comfort and strength that I need
