I wrote that song while I waited for you to wake up
Your sleep back then was so trustful and so pure
And I filled it with all the affection that I could
Thought it’d be my antidote, thought it’d be my cure
Now I understand that something has been twisted
I see some dubious creatures beneath your bed
Whoever did this, it was regardless of your features
They just took a heart out, they meant to fill it up with lead
I see millstones around them necks
I see windows where ravens peck
I see them painting by numbers on your chest
Millstones ‘round them necks would have been the best
Right now this river’s rough, I can’t get over
I’ll have to leave you there and go and re-establish my trust
But my lapsing faith can’t cover up these visions
I see a flickering flame, I see you walk a floor of sudden gusts
The wind carries memories of your soft and steady breathing
And the sunlight on my finger ignites a soulful pledge
In my dream I stand beneath you with my arms reaching
And you’ve opened up the window, you’re standing on the ledge
I see millstones around them necks
I see a faint light that falls in specks
I see them crowding you, see your throat congest
Millstones ‘round them necks would have been the best
Well, I don’t know what it’s like to grow up in a snake pit
To routinely have your expanding soul circumcised
But I do know there’ll come a day of righteous judgment
Though it may not necessarily be advertised
Go tell your doctor a song is a redeemer
And a beautiful detector of the fractures of the soul
All while you slept, you glowed with an angelic radiance
While your half brothers made it big-time dealing coal
I see millstones around them necks
I see bleached bones in deserted wrecks
I see them painting by numbers on your chest
Millstones ‘round them necks would have been the best
Millstones
But I’ll try and stand up to the test