You're shaking bad in your sheet   convulcing like you didn't eat   you don't know what's more scary,   your door open or closed.   "Do I look like a dead body?"   your jumping jaw asked me (?)   with the funniest smile I've ever seen   your soul was coming out your eyes.   Piles of clothes and photographs   fill the floor where I collapse   the walls grow blue and   I'm trying to lift my head.   Now I'm dying in this living room   my stomach turns to sand   yeah, why do I fight the good times   like I'm sure that I'll be damned...      and I fear what I've done   means I've lost what I love      Hardwood floor carry sounds   carry slow to my ears   it's the words I can't recognize   but I'm trying hard to hear   cause my eyes can't find the things   that they're looking for down here   and brown leaves are covering   another wasted day this year.   The lights strung out across the yard   remind me of a time when I tried   to be a light, ya know, god I try to shine.   But the cross seems so high tonight   and glory I can't find.   Oh could you tilt in so you're leaning down   or would you pull me back inside...      and I fear what I've done   means I've lost what I love      So carry me home   to the door beneath the sand.   So carry me home   to the sounds of angel bands.