One Last Vow

On this sacriment,
our lovers vows,
You wear them like a holy shroud;
and I cant get a word in;
and I sit here, learing at you.
I'm seeing things, through a young mothers eyes;
as a poison sunrise,
is hanging in the sky,
and I recognise this road, as the town where you was born.

My hands are raw;
from digging my own grave.
My hands are raw;
from digging my own grave.

Now its morning in the cow town,
Old man winter lets his hair down;
and they're burning all in the dark
feels better when there's blood
and the corner of the blue sky
the slumlord hauls his guts out
said I did it all for love;
we did it all for love!

My hands are raw;
from digging my own grave,
My hands are raw;
from digging my own grave.

Oh your sacriment,
our lovers vows,
I fucked 'em up,
forget me now.
The squirmin and I'm hearing,
Watch the good life dissapearing,
I'm left dreaming in the treetops;
with the photos and the hollyhocks.
You are hypnitising breathing,
I'll surrender peacefully.

My hands are raw;
from digging my own grave,
My hands are raw;
from digging my own grave...