Under amber skies
I repent my faults
Midst them golden fields
In the lap of Father Gibault
For I don't deserve God's love
At night's darkening
'Neath the sheets I crawl
Laying harkening
For his heavy steps
Sounding across the hall
Sleeping, sweating, choking, dreaming
Turning, cramping, waking, screaming,
Sacred saviour, holy mother
Spare me, save me, from that shadow on the wall
And I ask of thee
Teach me humble life
Save my rotten soul
Fustigate all vice
Out of my foul core
And Charlie has already left
To be a shade on his own
And Will already wrote
With lipstick on the walls
Burning, beating, pain infliction
Whipping, striking, torment's diction
Sacred saviour, holy mother
There's no running from that shadow on the wall