Please run away, the police have many guns
this town's in need of a priest and a couple nuns
and I'm laughing softly, wishing I could go
my lungs are coughing, hoping that you know
And I know no things that you haven't wept
Away from the foyer that should be swept
Crows are barking on the wire emanate the light
Rode a hearse without a tire through the night
It's gonna hurt
When you freeze alone inside the dessert
Emotionally detached from your shirt
Wasting away on a hill of dirt
I have two lives
one's asleep, one's inside
what i love, is what's above