Only his shadow stands by him
 But [bad word] dark and desert him
 Look he bares his arms

 All our words rhyme with guilt tonight
 The love of him is law
 He bares his arms

 Faithful the wounds of a friend
 Broken down is the right way round
 He bares his arms
 He bares his arms

 Here on this road
 There are others who move so slow
 They wait with baited breath
 For my fevered pitch
 My sweat [bad word] and
 Eyes to twitch

 I just cannot do it
 I cannot get it across
 I just can't make it happen
 I cannot bring it on

 Here on this road
 There are others who move so slow

 The love of him is law
 The love of him is law
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