Shadows form knights and pawns
Upon the squares
Blood is drawn up from the well

Secret signs brought the crime
Right to your door
An innocent guilty as hell


Oh, the cot is open wide
Damp with milk and honey

Gone the mother and the child
In Jesus name


Should they be waiting there
On my return
I may run into their arms

Walking on a razor's edge
Unconcerned
Game is lost again

I'll never learn