I dreamt I was in my old house,
filled with milk and honey, and holy water
Silver spoon still in my mouth,
four hands resting on my shoulders
and laying me to rest
I know how to fall on my own
but I can't wish away this shipwreck that I've made
And I wish I could call on the phone
but you don't want me now, and I don't want to fade
away
Money burned for me,
but where do I scatter the ashes?
Across the hills of a minor key?
Or in the grip of a book of matches?
I'm laying them to rest
I know how to fall on my own
but I can't wish away this shipwreck that I've made
And I wish I could call on the phone
but you don't want me now, and I don't want to fade
away