BLANKET OF SORROWWell, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river.You call me 'my darling' and I call you 'Indian giver'. With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed. Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head. Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led. With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.Well, now daylight is here, the morning is comebut a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun.Night isn't over, it's still dark outside.Black blanket death now is nowhere to hide. With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed. Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head. Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led. With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed. With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms but nothing will come of this pain. I'm sorry, they told me, it's been felt before and probably will be again. With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed. Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head. Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led. With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed. - Jason Ringenberg