Drops of tar fills the air all summer long
Aching feet from the running that I’ve done
Can you tell if it’s memorybased at all?
If your heart made an imprint on my mind?
Lying still, let the codeine do it’s part
Hit the liver, eyes adjusted to the dark

Want to love, ’cause you’re still here in my heart
Lord, the morphine, has me broken apart

“We’re aborted” said the body to the mind
Oversleeping through fall
I took our god by the collar and saw…
His tearing eyes

Do you believe me?
Is it true that you are dead?
I am sorry for the things that I’ve said
In regards to you

Want to love you, ’cause you’re still here in my heart
Lord, the morphine, has me broken apart

I stand before my dead creator
I stand before my dead creator
I stand before my dead creator
At last, the morphine has my soul