It seems there's a darkness in things The moon, the sea, the early light And I abide, by the darkness of things The moon, the seed, the early light And I abide, I do abide Faith has kept our stomachs dry Now ride on this blind horse Carry you home Your clothes they are soiled Your eyes raw from weeping Now how can they wash their hands so clean? After wooing you into a tomb of perfumed skin and infamy I cleaned these streets looking for a piece of you A tooth or a matchbook, a wedding shoe But it seems there's a darkness in things The moon, the sea, the early light And I abide by the darkness of things The moon, the sea, the early light And I abide, I do abide A faith has kept our stomachs dry Now ride on this blind horse Carry you home Your gold glove marauding You're lovesick from dreaming Now how can they wash their hands so clean? After wooing you into a tomb of perfumed skin and infamy