Open all your doors and windows, Let the lightning in your house I have been seeing your cold face ever since my blood went south Take a long ride to Chicago, steal some Winter, stir my bones Throw my soul into the great lake, make a latter trip back home You had sharpened all your teeth, painted your fingers black and blue When ish tars' yellow smile broke my knees, I blamed it all on you I've been tearing down the paintings that portrayed you in a few All of my wounds had re-opened, if any of them had healed But I was wrong And I was wrong, I know Thank god I can rest again I think I have been receding into ever-thinning air You insist that love is here, if it was ever anywhere Felt the devil in my pillow, somehow thought that it was you You convinced me of your sorrow, really thought that that was true Of course I was wrong Yea, I was wrong, I guess Thank god I can see again Cross the great (?) canyon with a fire by my side Justified some shadow of you, you had vanished with the time I hit my face and kept on walking 'til my legs were worn and (?) Hearing all you said more loudly, well, it turns out you were right Right all the time (Oh, oh) I was wrong, I was wrong, I know Thank god I can rest again