Crawling

She's laid upon the shoulders of men This wreath lays upon her chest As the silent path they walk Goes on, goes on, goes on Oh, leave her, leave her Crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling Leave her, leave her My palms are stretched to the heavens As these old walls fill with water My palms are stretched to the heavens As these old walls fill with water Leave her, leave her Crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling Leave her, leave her Crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling Leave her, leave her You've got to leave her You've got to You've got to I said you've got to leave her You've got to You've got to I said you've got to leave her Leave her in the road I will take care of the dead Leave her Leave her in the road I will take care of the dead