From the recording Bag Of Bones
Lyrics
Every day is a midnight
Lonesome as the dark side of the moon
You took our love and you stopped it like a red light
I’m dying on the crying side of you
Tried to hide, but the wine hits like water
Wrote a book on how to lose the blues
Sweet Jesus, holly Marry mother
I’m dying on the crying side of you
Dying on the crying side
You’re so quick to change your mind
Wish I’d turn a dime the way you do
Dying on the crying side
Cheep charade, smile wide
Trust a lie, never tells the truth
I’m dying on the crying side of you
My river used to run, now it stumbles
The birds and the bees are all confused
As with in, so without, someone mumbled
And I’m dying on the crying side of you
Dying on the crying side
You’re so quick to change your mind
Wish I’d turn a dime the way you do
Dying on the crying side
Cheep charade, smile wide
Trust a lie, never tells the truth
I’m dying on the crying side of you
Dying on the crying side
You’re so quick to change your mind
Wish I’d turn a dime the way you do
Dying on the crying side
Cheep charade, smile wide
Trust a lie, never tells the truth
I’m dying on the crying side of you
