Waking Up The Dead
Matthew Perryman Jones
The sun is sinking
And I'm still dragging this bag of bones
Like a home-sick beggar
With a rockstar swagger
And a heart of stone
My feet are on the riverbed
My hands are far from innocent
Have mercy on my soul
Where did I go wrong?
I lost my head
I want to dance on fire
And be born again
I can hear the voice
That's raising up the dead
Everything changes
Colors start fading and the stars go dim
The clock keeps ticking
And the rattlesnake's shaking
As it sheds its skin
Kill your heart and never take a chance
Lock it up inside a picket fence-
The illusions of control
Where did I go wrong?
I lost my head
I want to dance on fire
And be born again
I can hear the voice
That's raising up the dead