BLANKET OF SORROW
Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.
Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.
But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river.
You call me 'my darling' and I call you 'Indian giver'.
With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.
Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.
With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
Well, now daylight is here, the morning is come
But a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun.
Night isn't over, it's still dark outside.
Black blanket death now is nowhere to hide.
With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.
Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.
With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms
But nothing will come of this pain.
I'm sorry, they told me, it's been felt before
And probably will be again.
With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.
Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.
With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
- Jason Ringenberg
Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.
Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.
But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river.
You call me 'my darling' and I call you 'Indian giver'.
With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.
Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.
With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
Well, now daylight is here, the morning is come
But a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun.
Night isn't over, it's still dark outside.
Black blanket death now is nowhere to hide.
With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.
Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.
With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms
But nothing will come of this pain.
I'm sorry, they told me, it's been felt before
And probably will be again.
With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.
Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.
With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
- Jason Ringenberg
Other albums by the artist
Clear Impetuous Morning
1996 · album
A Blazing Grace
1995 · album
Thunder And Fire
1989 · album
Lost & Found
1985 · album
Fervor
1984 · album
Halcyon Times
2010 · album
EMI Years
2008 · album
Still Standing
2002 · album
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