that is surely a great dress
was it made from sheep
slaughtered by your hands
forcing all of God's commands
to gather dust in my mind

and i thought i made it clear
you weren't supposed to come around this year
and i thought i tried my best
until you came around in that wool dress
but responding she said,
"you were the one to invite me
upstairs and into your bed."

now i find myself again
gasping for breath beneath your cold white skin
why didn't i know the road to hell
would be this slow and gradual
but responding she said,
"you were the one to invite me
each day into your head"

sick and tired of the city bus ride i take
every morning as i rise
and i need a drink, a Sabbath or a surprise

all my dreams have been ripped open at the seams
there's the city i live in and the Garden of Eden
i need some rest, some travel and a little bit of time

but oh my God, how i've tried
but my eyes seems to miss you

but i say, "get back, get back, oh get back, behind me!"