Let It All Turn Black

And you needn’t feel?
Though we do these things alone
There’s always time to share in
These honest words
They might carry us home to where the brittle little lies live
In honest groves
So leave now and let it all turn black
I’ve got that same shit crawling up my back
Turn the lights down low
Because honey we tried but we couldn’t break the lion’s hold
On us tonight
When I followed you home.
No? I didn’t mean to pry but I couldn’t bear his hands on
On you this time
I’ll grieve now and let it all turn black
I’ve got hat same shit crawling up my back
So take me home to the colours, and the recent stones show me I had a chance to
change
But then I was lost in black
Bury me deep, down the corner, down on bleeker street, where you had a line of
believers
Pulling at your coat tail straps
They’re coming back.