The hole in the floor boards
The cot near the front door
The moon was gone
From side the world was dark as nightmares

You took all my fears and
You wrapped them in wonders
But there's no magic inside the moon
It's just a rock you can't reach

I was never the short knife
But I was never the dull mind
I was somewhere in between
A thorn an acquiescent

So you said it was for me
When you tried to break me
Well you can save your breath
I know, I'm not the kind you pray for

Took a river of bad blood
But now I see where we came from
Can't grow a proper branch
When half the trunk is rotten

And you swore that it hurt you
But pushing your night through
Well you can save your breath
I know, we're not the kind you'll pray for