Life of Crime

Sunlight was hot, and your mother was calling My chest burning, rising falling Dog licking drips from our garage tap Miles from nowhere just a little dot on the map I believe you will lead me to a life of crime Tore the clothes off our backs and looked into the sun Fouled our mouths with the sin of our tongues And with sand between our toes And with stains on our sheets Down there damn was done Because the flesh was weak Flesh was weak, down there damn be done And around our necks the shame was hung I believe you will lead me to a life of crime Now your tracks are still fresh And the branches are broken Nothing was stolen But your window was open I followed the tracks that you left behind I followed the rail and the curve of your spine And the grass still grows on the side of the road Sun still burns Rain still fails Sin still burns little fiery holes I hold on tight now to nothing at all I believe you will lead me to a life of crime Now my vision is dimmer And the weather is colder I went out for a ten-minute walk That's the last thing I remember That was the 5th, now its December Hey get well soon darling, I hope you recover I believed you would lead me through this life of crime I believed you would lead me as the blind lead the blind