In the darknessnAfter the cocaine lightsnI will miss younMore than evernnAnd to color my eyes into rosenIs to ask of my beaten bonesnTo be less of meat and stonenAnd more of feathernnBut lord they’re rolling me awaynAin’t they rolling me awaynDon’t they roll oh oh ohnIn the morning in the kitchennI can hear my own blood clickingnSo I stand there and I listennTil the glowing beginsnnThere is light that pours sweet from new hipsnThere is beer that pours sweet through my lipsnThere is gold where the cold button sitsnIt’s just a showy amennnAnd in the hallway, in a slipnShe says ‘hey, don’t you like my newest trick’nAnd I say “yeah that’s a pretty good tricknWould you show me again’nnAnd lord I truly am awakenAnd lord, truly I am afraidnAnd, lord, truly I remain…nnIn the darknessnAfter the cocaine lightsnI will miss younWith no warningnnI will recover my sense of gracenAnd rediscover my rightful placenYes and cover my facenWith the morningn