The night, I lay in my bed of dark
The chain hanging on my throat
Jesus isn't there, only the cross that is his home
He beat his drum like he did at feasts
I sang he danced on water
There was quiet and we were full of peace
We howled out truths like the first
Prophet of joy who dared to say no sin
And when it gets cold we'll take a moment
And head for California
I am the Lord's mistake
The wind was drunk, there's a cold wet sun
I had to ask, I'd loved so long
To hear you singing from a place I cannot touch
There's a mixture of poison and treacle
I walk towards you with a nervous smile
We howled out truths like the first
Prophet of joy who dared to say no sin
And when it gets cold we'll take a moment
And head for California
I am the Lord's mistake
You're not my favorite lover
You're not my only lover
You're not my favorite lover
You're not my only lover
You're not my best sinner
You're not my only lover
You're not my best sinner
You're not mine
We howled out truths like the first
Prophet of joy who dared to say no sin
And when it gets cold we'll take a moment
And head for California
I am the Lord's mistake