The Moan

This bullet came too far inside of me Painting the grass with red wine Pulling the trigger All the colors I saw before, gone Only moan, lonely moon Moaning deep in the sun Why does the flash of this sinner Become a way of life? Living caught, living caught By the creek of your bones And this bullet nailed In the middle of my heart Pulled by yours Heart, beat, love Hurt, sin, blood Hurt, sin, blood This bullet came too far inside of me This bullet came too far inside of me This bullet came too far inside of me This bullet came too far inside of me