Mess of Sin

The blue, it falls on fields in May It runs, it drains, it pours And light, it seeps on the unknown This life, it stays unchanged But she's been calling him And asking where he's been Drunk as a mess of sin The rage grows as she thinks of him Wait, this pain's starting a fire Don't wake this rage; you'll burn up a liar His overcoat was left alone His desk, left empty again Useless to think of what could have been If only she had him On the line for too damn long Hasn't slept a wink since dawn Drunk as a mess of sin The rage grows as she thinks of him Wait, this pain's starting a fire Don't wake this rage; you'll burn up a liar But she's calling again And she knows where he's been What a mess of sin What a mess of sin Who knew what a broken heart desired Our words don't go far You fool, grabbed ahold and open fired My sewn wounds torn apart Who knew what a broken heart desired Our words don't go far You fool, grabbed ahold and open fired My sewn wounds torn apart Wait, this pain's starting a fire Don't wake this rage; you'll burn up a liar Dig down, deeper that the sin that lies beneath the earths soil Reaching for the corner of your inner turmoil And burning up a fire for that common oath broken Look over your shoulder, never knowing how you Dig down, deeper that the sin that lies beneath the earths soil Reaching for the corner of your inner turmoil And burning up a fire for a mess of sin that you never saw coming