I laid my shadow in the creek
It crawled out slick, began to speak
Said, “You’ve burned more names than graves could hold”
Then laughed and coughed up marigolds
The cactus bowed its blistered spine
The sky turned brass and tasted brine
A sunbeam slithered down my throat
And sang in tongues my lies once wrote

Don’t let the sun steal my sins
They’re carved in wax and wire and skin
Let the heat forget the shape I wore
Let the wind rewrite the metaphor

I kissed a scar that bled like rain
I lapped it up to taste my pain
Fallen men sang a hymn of rust
While angels coughed in desert dust
The sheriff sold his badge for skin
The priest just drew his sermons thin
The air was full with names unsaid
And every cactus bloomed with dread

Don’t let the sun steal my sins
It don’t know where the truth begins
I lit the sky with phantom flame
And laughed when echoes said my name

I dreamed in noise, in buzz and bloom
I found my guilt in motel rooms
The road rewinds where I once fell
The sun don’t judge — it just excels

My hat grew horns, my boots turned glass
I danced with gods of smoke and brass
The stars all blinked in Morse and moaned
“You’re not alone, but you’re unknown”
The morning cracked my crooked grin
I smiled like mirrors stitched in skin
And left my voice in ash and gin
Where silence ends and lies begin

Don’t let the sun steal my sins
They’re tuned to dusk and locked within
Let me blur, let me descend
I’ll haunt the edge and never mend

Don’t Let The Sun Steal My Sins

Somewhere else
That's where I'd rather be tonight
Counting those beans wasnt quite up my street
Been round the block all those times you see

Look at me now
Back of a pantomime cow
Hidden away with my head in the past
kidding myself that Im not going to miss her at all

Where's that giant
He's behind you
Slay that giant
He's behind you
Oh no he isn't
He's behind you

Hard to walk
Behind another mans stride so broad
Just as I left she asked him to stay
Dastardly prince took my beauty away

Back in the wings
Peek through the curtains what do I see
My beautiful girl is led to her seat
By the bull of a man wholl laugh at my comedy teats

As she turns with the ice cream on her lips
She is laughing as they lead her to the door

Some day I'll have a different part to play
Cos I miss her and I need her here tonight




Pantomime Cow

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Pantomime Cow

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