Don’t bother looking for a chair Just throw your coat down anywhere I’m sorry I’m so poorly dressed I gave up hoping for a guest Whoa-oh-oh
You say you got a weight to bare A cross you carry everywhere I said I know and it ain’t fair I tell you you can leave that here Whoa-oh-oh...
And I always wondered How you carried all that grief I know it wasn’t right to saddle you with mine My life, my identity I lay them at your feet And stand here broken in the mirror of your eyes 'til the morning...
The old prayers written on your skin Claim you were meant to live in sin They're singing mass out in the yard They heard that you’re the one I want That I want...
And I’m about to burn alive You still won’t look me in the eye I'll turn the light out if you want If you feel safer in the dark Whoa-oh-oh...
I came to you an orphan But I’m living here a thief If I can only find the door I’ll go tonight My life, my identity I lay them at your feet In just the hope that you’d let me come inside 'til the morning...