These wine weary eyes
Too homeless to hide
The crosses that mark
Where we used to ride
Her empty womb
Like a tomb engraved
With the heart of a lover
She thought she could save
Go on, save me
The trouble
Come on, save me
The trouble
I'm anchored to an angel
I'm a story untold
When every word that she writes
Glitters like gold
Go on, save me
The trouble
Come on, save me
The trouble