Emptied my bank account

And then I went to hide the money in my mattress, I recall

I’m made up of only pennies and it’s heavy on my shoulders

On day prior to this

I went and bought a horse to ride into the dessert, I recall

Thought they’d forgive me by the evening, saw me leaving in the dark

Now my pocket’s empty

And I don’t have a memory

Of the things that caused me to do the things I did

Was it love? Was it beauty? Or was it me?

Daddy, left me behind

A child conceived by the desire and the beauty of a man

A knife as sharp as all the summits of the mountains in the world

One last thing to do

I hear him calling from the timber, do I linger, do I go?

To take the bull by its cornu, saying do you still recall?

Now my pocket’s empty and I don’t have a memory

Of the things that caused me to do the things I did.

Was it love? Was it beauty?

Was it love? Was it beauty?

Was it love? Was it beauty?

Was it love? Was it beauty?

Or was it me?