To stare into dark corners
Shadows cross our lives
The image of my father

Like a sleeping child
To walk to the blue ocean
And shelter in the shade

The eyes that once were living
Like a jack of spades


Smiles of sinless murder
The stormy dark remains
Who never rode white horses

Or wished on falling stars
Old mad men chase their shadows
On the day they die dancing in the moonlight

Send shivers down my spine

Skeletons of angels

Shot right through the heart
As he gunned the motor
At eighty miles an hour

In the minds of children
Drowning in thin air
A voice comes from the darkness

I am the jack of spades
I am the jack of spades