Johnny

Walking docile, To the church you kneel, It’s the head you hang for the wounds that would never heal. And always, Johnny can you call me. The laminated God on the bedroom wall, The dirty hard drive in the draw of the Gothic hall. And always, Johnny, can you call me. Call me on the 31, when you run away Nothing else at all I could ever say Johnny, can you call me on the motorway Johnny, can you call me you little runaway X2 A story for the lost, And the bird found dead in frost. They never saw us. They never saw us. Everything you’ve done for a face that’s new, It’s the room you fill for a nun that will search it through. And always, Johnny can you call me. I wont be found dead in frost The Sugar of Lead, The Sugar of Lead, I cannot taste anymore.