Shroud

I'm looking more like my mother

I was so staggering waiting for you

I was so sure in my barely bending knees

And nobody cared for more

It does no good to talk about anything

It does no good to tell you I'm a wounded fiend

It's not the things we discover

It's in the way we try to cover with ground

I made a flat-fingered dollar I was so sure and never right

I was a tongue that's telling you that somebody else is trying

And I got no feeling about it at all

In this old season of doubt and love

And I got no reason to bury it here

I could go backwards forever

I could be boxed inside

And living without, well don't blow my cover

It's taken years to make a beautiful shroud

I got no use in talking about anything

And I could tell you it seems to be so hard to me

It does no good to talk about anything

Aaaaaaaaaaa-ooooooooo (6x)

AaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH