Linda and I
Couldn't find a lie
Straight for the honeymoon
With tears in her eyes
Fresh out of High School
We left this town
Put the rules beside your wedding gown
Candles lit
We were laying low
Under the trance of the Fall wind blow
Room was hot
I forgot, that it could ever snow
Everything we took
We took it fast
Under the vulgar impression
That this will last
Digging deeper
Finding flaws
You're not what I put a band around
I'm starting to feel like abandoned sound
Searching for a echo in a lost and found
Her lack of love is masked by a pretense that all is well
You're a withered hand in a velvet glove
Preying on me like a homing dove
You're a sheep skin with a wolf's blood
I'm gone
And that is all
A shadow on a wall
A tip toe down a hall
A phone no one calls
A splinter in a thumb
A winter without sun
Bloody knuckles without a nun