Running from the Body

You’ve been here before
I’ve seen that face before
I opened the door to you
You’ve got the power
That’s why I like you
Yes, it’s true
Inside on the ceiling
Black above the deathbed
There’s a bandage on the curtain
Across the window it moves but does not move
Deep, deep in a room patiently
Shining in the darkness
Surrounding small details
Dissolving, the moment it comes
Penetration is due
You’ve got the power
That’s why I like you
Yes, it’s true
Outside there’s a wind crawling
Up the hill to the top of the trees
Moving through a melody of grief
It sounds like running from the body
You’re coming up through
Nobody sees you but I do
First notice the feeling
And then the sound as the
Flesh breaks through
I said it all, was that all?
I said, yeah, I said it all
Was that all I said?
You’ve got the power
That’s why I like you
Yes, it’s true
He’s been driving since 1943
Never sent a postcard home
What about them bones in the orchard wall
Yeah, he’s running from the body
Yes, it’s true
Raise your right hand and swear to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth