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Look for me every night |
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If you half close your eyes you can make out mine in the ghostly light |
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And you'll hear me cry "It's not me" |
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Though you shrink in fear, I am nowhere near |
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I'm apparently not fit to rest here |
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Were my grave and wake for my mother's sake? |
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For if you care to exhume, you'll see it's not my tomb |
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You'll find no bones, no sticks - only stones |
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Cos whatever I did, I must've paid high |
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Cos there's nothing left to remember me by |
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And the people I see at night say it serves me right |
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If I knew my crime, would I suffer more? |
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If I wasn't blind to those days before? |
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I know that all these stones that serve to replace my bones |
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Were laid to hide whate'er revenge was played that night |
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But the sound of the dark, I've heard it before |
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And the people I see in my sleep said they'd seen me run from the law |
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Well is there anything that they don't know? |
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I know that where I lie, I can't see hill or sky |
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I'm somewhere below, paying for what, I don't know |
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Cos whatever hearts broke, what houses were burned |
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Whomever was slain and what friendships were spurned |
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They made sure I learned that there's nothing worse than to not know |
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There's nothing worse than to not know |
