She Don't Hear Your Prayer - Cousteau

Oh brother please

Still the guns at your side

It’s only me

We got through it alive

The more things change

The more we’re turning to stone

A naked flame

That leaves the lonesome alone

We’re Cain now we’re able

A three of a kind

She’s more than one woman

One woman

The best you could find

Though it feels just like her

Her skin and her hair

She don’t hear your prayer

Anyway, anywhere

Though it looks just like her

She ain’t got her eyes

Like someone else in disguise

Or just a trick of the light

An idiot tune

Turning round in my head

I wish I were you

Then I wish I were dead

All love is insane

Wars never get won

Complicated ways

To cover over the sun

I see it behind you

My hands are tied

This thing it ain’t broken

Just idling

Biding it’s time…

This living is fatal

Just breathing the air

I’m well out of welcome

I’ll tell ya

Stay well out of there…