A vision of white
She claws my back
With fingernails
Painted black.
The polish used
Blankets this place
With horrid news
Of your disgrace.

Vinyl black – the whip puts her at ease
Vinyl black – the whip puts her at ease

She’s got no more spirit
Mary had a little lamb
The Lamb of God
Her friends are wolves

And when I make it home
I hope to find you standing there
Not hidden in your cloak of smoke
And I’ll come bearing gifts
Ones of splendor and praise
Happy that I made it back
When I make it home
I hope I’ll find you standing there
With open arms and open heart
And I’ll come bearing gifts
Ones of splendor and praise
Happy that I made it back

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Coda:
Now that I’ve been taken
To a place where I can wander
I won’t hesitate to tell you
It’s OK to laugh
The dizzy stars that float about
My head are singing songs
They sing that we are vines
On the phonograph
Vines on the Victrola
Young and red with roseola
How I let you go
How I miss you so

“Come home”, a whisper is heard
your name is called
alone
a flower sits and withers
waiting for the faceless one
in your dreams
you haven’t met
who will wear the flower just for you
and no one else
wait painfully

Come home alone
without the past
the future
the promise that you kept from there
hush the noise
quiet and still
no
the dancing rain
from laughing clouds
never broke a promise in vain
the song remains
the hearth still calls
“come home”

I know
the thunder that broke your heart
still knows
remove
the phantom still drunk in your head
and come home

a whispers heard
your name is called
alone
a flower sits and withers
no
the dancing rain
from laughing clouds
never broke a promise in vain
the song remains
the hearth still calls
“come home”

a whisper is heard
your name is called
alone she cried
and then she died for you
oh well
alone she cried but I couldn’t hear it
you know
alone she cried
and then she called for you
to come home

Bring me all the faces as I come unfurled
Bring me all the faces of truth
I can see the turning of wheels made of birth
I can see the turning of you
Bring the slumber under ’til Autumn’s a whirl
I can hear the clapping as everything falls for you

Wash my hands and I’ll clean your wounds
I have all that we need right here in my heart
Wash my hands and I’ll clean your wounds
I have all that we need
right here in my heart for you now

Bring me all the faces as I come unfurled
Bring me all the faces of truth
I can hear the turning of wheels made of worlds
I can hear the turning of you
If I splinter my eyes I can carry you home
If we yield to the times
Then we can all sleep ’til we die

Wash my hands and I’ll clean your wounds
I have all that we need right here in my heart
Wash my hands and I’ll clean your wounds
I have all that we need
right here in my heart for you now