When the sinner wakes | |
The priests are piling in the hay | |
A little song sung away | |
Guess who’s been after you | |
Guess who’s before you | |
Season turning, looks like when | |
We’ll be coming back again | |
We’ll be coming back again | |
Light has come remembering | |
You standing there in that thing | |
Busted out again until the dawn | |
Comes creeping across the meadow lawn | |
And time and space around you are gone | |
You’re looking into blackest night | |
Your fortune, love, has not gone away | |
It’s here to stay |
When the sinner wakes | |
The priests are piling in the hay | |
A little song sung away | |
Guess who' s been after you | |
Guess who' s before you | |
Season turning, looks like when | |
We' ll be coming back again | |
We' ll be coming back again | |
Light has come remembering | |
You standing there in that thing | |
Busted out again until the dawn | |
Comes creeping across the meadow lawn | |
And time and space around you are gone | |
You' re looking into blackest night | |
Your fortune, love, has not gone away | |
It' s here to stay |
When the sinner wakes | |
The priests are piling in the hay | |
A little song sung away | |
Guess who' s been after you | |
Guess who' s before you | |
Season turning, looks like when | |
We' ll be coming back again | |
We' ll be coming back again | |
Light has come remembering | |
You standing there in that thing | |
Busted out again until the dawn | |
Comes creeping across the meadow lawn | |
And time and space around you are gone | |
You' re looking into blackest night | |
Your fortune, love, has not gone away | |
It' s here to stay |