Every Kind of Wrong - John Moreland

You’re talking with your mouth full of fury

And finding ghosts inside the dial

Running from the armageddon jury

Born to put your love on trial

So darling, leave a key under the door mat

I’m coming blind around the bend

Soaked to the bone in revelation

Begging you to get me lost again

You light a cigarette and listen

Whisper a prayer for control

Remember what we read about redemption

Well now I’m paying off my soul

And you said time’s a cold, cold lover

She’ll kill me if I ever sit and stare

The sand falls slower than it used to

But the years still vanish clean into the air

You’ve been falling short of golden

I’ve been every kind of wrong

I guess I’m dying to let you ruin me

And you’ve been sinking all year long

But if that chariot they’re driving

Don’t swing low enough for us

Just paint two crosses on my eyelids

And point me out of touch