John Moreland – Every Kind Of Wrong (Big Bad Luv Album)

And finding ghosts inside the dial
You light a cigarette and listen
Running from the armageddon jury
She’ll kill me if I ever sit and stare
Whisper a prayer for control
But if that chariot they’re driving
I guess I’m dying to let you ruin me
Don’t swing low enough for us
Soaked to the bone in revelation
You’ve been falling short of golden
Begging you to get me lost again
Born to put your love on trial
I’m coming blind around the bend
So darling, leave a key under the door mat
And point me out of touch

Remember what we read about redemption
I’ve been every kind of wrong
You’re talking with your mouth full of fury
But the years still vanish clean into the air
Just paint two crosses on my eyelids
And you said time’s a cold, cold lover

Well now I’m paying off my soul
The sand falls slower than it used to
And you’ve been sinking all year long