Lyrics

Hiding from that suicide Painting houses, getting by I read that book just like they said Tried my best to raise the dead There's cracks in the walls in every room Sweating and bleeding just like a wound Just like a wound Put me in a ten-by-ten And let me sit with all my sins Cigarettes and dirty pictures Dreaming of that forked river You can't fill me up with your false hope It won't ever sink into my bones I spoke them words just like you please Tried my best to keep it neat But there's holes in the floor right where we stand Don't tell me 'bout your promised land Your promised land Put me in a ten-by-ten And let me sit with all my sins Cigarettes and dirty pictures Dreaming of that forked river Put me in a ten-by-ten And let me sit with all my sins Cigarettes and dirty pictures Dreaming of that forked river Put me in a ten-by-ten Let me sit with all my sins With all my sins
Writer(s): James Bradshaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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