There's a bandage of red that I keep in the sink
For I break every bottle I drink
I would rather these cuts
Then be caught in a lie
Or remember the days gone by
This wine keeps me writing
This whisky insane
As I carve all the thoughts from my brain
This bottle of pills that was once nearly filled
Like my heart it now lies much the same
This of crows sing holy ghost
They beg for my tongue and my eyes
I will offer them up, return to my cup
As they feed on my disguise
This broken old man remains
A tapestry of empty veins
To all the lovers that I can't recall
Oh my sweetest doves, I've failed you all
Sweet ladies of spring
With your fingers of rings
Lord knows that I've loved one or two
As my memories dry
You return to the sky
Soon I'll be forgetting you too
This cold set of strings replaces my friends
That I lost in this panic and drought
Still I open my eyes, fall back in surprise
Of the sin that crawls out of my mouth
This of crows sing holy ghost
They beg for my tongue and my eyes
I will offer them up, return to my cup
As they feed on my disguise
This broken old man remains
A tapestry of empty veins
To all the lovers that I can't recall
Oh my sweetest doves, I've failed you all
Devil, secure your aim
For it's this bottle
That infects my brain
To all the lovers that I can't recall
Oh my sweetest doves, I've failed you all