The Cliff Behind The Hill Testo

I walk along a trail of bones of mice and stones and broken figuresOf a wedding cake with the dancing couple hiding rusty blades
To slash their throats like holes in boats
With water singing hey you're sinking
And the horns of thousand churches singing little happy songs
I walk along a landmine bomb ground with my daughter in one hand
And with a hatchet in the other for whatever mean may come
And once again those chimes and bells and navy shells announcing changes
Will I ever lay in my fucking head on bed and try to sleep
Oh lord I know you're not there
As the rain won't fall and the stars won't shine and the moon won't glow tonight
Will I walk along this trail of nonsense for a while
Or for a lifetime
For a lifetime
For a lifetime