Torn Dress

She tore her dress

On the third of November

This world’s a mess

Don’t you remember?

Can’t you recall?

You start to fall

It’s a crying shame

God saved us all

They say

They say, What’s your name?

You never answered

I played the game

Keeping silence company

Starting fires alone

You start to fall

It’s a crying shame

God saves us all

They say

They say

They say

I was called by the angel Gideon

To sip from the cup of poison

To look out on the holy garden

And bathe in a river of blood

And bathe in a river of blood

You start to fall

You start to fall

You start to

She tore her dress

Eight score and ages ago

Her Sunday best

She wore it everywhere

And you walk alone