Look for me every night If you half close your eyes you can make out mine in the ghostly light And you'll hear me cry "It's not me" Though you shrink in fear, I am nowhere near I'm apparently not fit to rest here Were my grave and wake for my mother's sake? For if you care to exhume, you'll see it's not my tomb You'll find no bones, no sticks - only stones Cos whatever I did, I must've paid high Cos there's nothing left to remember me by And the people I see at night say it serves me right If I knew my crime, would I suffer more? If I wasn't blind to those days before? I know that all these stones that serve to replace my bones Were laid to hide whate'er revenge was played that night But the sound of the dark, I've heard it before And the people I see in my sleep said they'd seen me run from the law Well is there anything that they don't know? I know that where I lie, I can't see hill or sky I'm somewhere below, paying for what, I don't know Cos whatever hearts broke, what houses were burned Whomever was slain and what friendships were spurned They made sure I learned that there's nothing worse than to not know There's nothing worse than to not know