My eyes won't pretend
I didn't know you were closed
I can smell your breath
Through a freshly painted door
Stand here in your coat
While I pour three more glasses of burgundy
And you can lick the dust from the bottle
All's bricked with books
Ages bricked with words
Each mark has been stained in your honor
Ground shadow staggers restless
From the window cross the candle to the corner
My blood and water's warm as you near me
I am not begging for mercy
I see no love of mercy in you
I am not begging for mercy
I'm only waiting for the sound
Of the morning birds
To send you away
Wax is cooled; hard
Sights is going past the yard
In this house I make more shadows than you
Stand there in your hate
While I drink from the second burgundy
And you can rattle the glass cross your belly
I am not begging for mercy
I see no love of mercy in you
I am not begging for mercy
I'm only waiting for the sound
Of the morning birds
To send you away
I am not begging for mercy
I am not begging for mercy
I'm only waiting for the sound
Of the morning birds
To swallow you
compositores: DAVID SCHOOLS, DOMINGO ORTIZ, JOHN BELL, MICHAEL HOUSER, TODD NANCE
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