I wrote that song while I waited for you to wake up Your sleep back then was so trustful and so pure And I filled it with all the affection that I could Thought it'd be my antidote, thought it'd be my cure Now I understand that something has been twisted I see some dubious creatures beneath your bed Whoever did this, it was regardless of your features They just took a heart out, they meant to fill it up with lead I see millstones around them necks I see windows where ravens peck I see them painting by numbers on your chest Millstones 'round them necks would have been the best Right now this river's rough, I can't get over I'll have to leave you there and go and re-establish my trust But my lapsing faith can't cover up these visions I see a flickering flame, I see you walk a floor of sudden gusts The wind carries memories of your soft and steady breathing And the sunlight on my finger ignites a soulful pledge In my dream I stand beneath you with my arms reaching And you've opened up the window, you're standing on the ledge I see millstones around them necks I see a faint light that falls in specks I see them crowding you, see your throat congest Millstones 'round them necks would have been the best Well, I don't know what it's like to grow up in a snake pit To routinely have your expanding soul circumcised But I do know there'll come a day of righteous judgment Though it may not necessarily be advertised Go tell your doctor a song is a redeemer And a beautiful detector of the fractures of the soul All while you slept, you glowed with an angelic radiance While your half brothers made it big-time dealing coal I see millstones around them necks I see bleached bones in deserted wrecks I see them painting by numbers on your chest Millstones 'round them necks would have been the best Millstones But I'll try and stand up to the test