Mark Kozelek - Blindfold lyrics

Blood ridden hands are the first things To come through the bed When all the pain in your life Comes to a head Poor lost soul With no place to go Wait until winter And you'll know Three years fold through your lies untold Innocence undoes her blindfold Who else's hands have touched Who i best understand Held close the neck and waist Of my adult orphan This summer ends The evenings we spent Life under china dinner din Wishes best to mystery address I found deep in your occult key chest On my suicide cloud Left me in the pit of my morning pout An emptiness throughout This scarred and sullied soul you threw out What possessed you not to include me How have you failed to invite me How could you laugh with her in that theatre When you're off and i'm alone