I’ve got infection turned to marrow in my bones Transmitted sexually to thoughts of us alone I can’t pretend to live so comfortably When the mess you lade left bitter tastes about my tongue and cheeks
Chorus: Pushing up daisies and roses turning to dust in our hands Out in the woods is a place you can bury your dead Where it gets so lonely I’ve got something I need to show you alone
So long redemption there’s no part that fits me best I’ve jailed affection and have sentenced him to death I wont defend the guilt your love is charged A jury made of conscience reads the calling of their hearts