in one of those glasses you dust off
And I'll watch the bones in your back
like the stations of the cross
'Round your hair the sun lifts a halo
at your lips, a crown of thorns
Whatever the deal's going down
to this one I'm sworn
in one of those glasses you dust off
And I'll watch the bones in your back
like the stations of the cross
'Round your hair the sun lifts a halo
at your lips, a crown of thorns
Whatever the deal's going down
to this one I'm sworn