These things crawl across my floor  I can't use them anymore  There's a heaven in her band  Alleluias in my hand  All my patience love's inside  She just climbed the stage and died  Lights that rose and fell again  Songs that thinned out near the end  Oh, her voice trailed off in the end  Though your miles are more than mine  The things I've taken in a bind  It's for certain it's for sure  I've no use for them no more  Making room within one's self  For another's songs to help  And it all comes back to me  As I walk hungover down the street  Oh, and it all comes back to me  And it all comes back to me  And it all comes back to me  And it all comes back to me  As I walk hungover down the street  She's a mother in disguise  I look different in her skies  But it's morning so I say  It's a big red letter day  Her skin's like whitewash like skim milk  Her words sing softly just like silk  There are some things I've got to say  She won't understand anyway  There are miles between our hearts  There's salvation in false starts  I'm forsaken in the end  I'm forsaken in the end  I'm forsaken in the end  I'm forsaken in the end  ..  © 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI