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My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
There's a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall 'cause I let go
The net below has right away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
What is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'cause low man is due
Please forgive me
My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for flame
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you, yeah
What is done and to do, yeah?
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forget me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
And I cry, to the alley way
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
One I've broken, to match my face
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you, yeah
What is done and to do, yeah?
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forget me
So, you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
My fingers seek my veins
There's a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall 'cause I let go
The net below has right away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
What is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'cause low man is due
Please forgive me
My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for flame
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you, yeah
What is done and to do, yeah?
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forget me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
And I cry, to the alley way
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
One I've broken, to match my face
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you, yeah
What is done and to do, yeah?
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forget me
So, you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
Lyrics submitted by elmoz, edited by Nightcrow4
Track duration: 05:01
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By writing, he's arranging another attack because its in his veins but he now feels sorry for all the death he's caused.
...or it could be about a remorseful old tramp!
Waking up and looking into the mirror as my finger search for life in my skin, staring at a dog sitting in the pouring rain.
i fall back into the sofa feeling for holes, with my eyes not leavin the mirror sitting above the fireplace, as my hand searches for the class of whiskey.
I take a drink but cant bear to see what i have become, so as i look at the picture of my wife and son, with a tear strolling down my eye, i stretch my fingers then clench them to a fist.
As i write on the back of the photograph "please forgive me" i look up to the ceiling and all i can see is blue sky and them waving at me.
I run to where i seen the dog but it was gone again and i cry looking out then turn back and throw the glass off the mirror, the mirror now broken shows my true face.
And i whisper the "low man is due"