Lyrics
As I watch the headlights disappear into the pouring rain,
I stare there for a second, I just stand here in disdain without a doubt.
The spider wallows up the water spout.
And I’m on my knees, I pray for it and whatever it may cost. And how is it I worship it when I’m the one nailed to a cross?
She stands smiling at the holes hulled through my hands.
So sing a song for me, my lullaby. Like I belong to be this crucified.
I wonder why would I?
Well, I can see you hold yourself much higher,
only when you’re standing on my spine, I crack and break, and, babe, I tire out.
Do you see the spider washing down the spout?
Well, I’d hate to see your lipstick stain some other slobbering mouth that isn’t mine.
And I’d love for you to make a home inside the holes inside my hands, and drink this blood of mine like cherry wine.
So sing a song for me, my lullaby. Like I belong to be this crucified. I wonder why would I?
Would I, should I? These are answers I should ask.
You gave me all of you inside these pews and all I could do was watch and bask inside it.
Hold your hand over my mouth and I’ll stay, oh, so very silent.
All you had to was ask. Honey, all you ever had to do was ask.
No, I’ll never give up the ghost. Oh no, I could never give up the ghost.
The best I breathe, the air you breathe. And all of you is what I miss the most.
No, I’ll never give the up the ghost. How could I ever try?
And why? And why? And why? I wonder, why would I?