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Lyrics

Cold floor for a bed, splinters dig into my side.
Count the cracks, a map on the wooden sea.
But the buzzin' starts, a swarm of skeeters hungry for my blood.
They whine in my ear, dance a devil's jig on my skin.

Sleep, come on sleep, gotta find you somewhere in the night.
I stare at the ceiling searching for constellations in the peeling paint.
I groan and toss as I turn. Comfort cannot be found.

But the only clear image,
All I see is the lady of the house in that white dress.
Laughs like a wind chime, tinklin' in a summer breeze.
Me? I got nothin' but these calloused hands and this ache in my chest.

Whiskey sometimes helps at night, chases away the chill for a little while. But it don't touch her as she swirl around in my head.
Her face in the clouds, her voice in the moanin' of the wind.
This feelin's a sickness, eating' me alive from the inside out.


She got her pearls and silks, waltzin' in carriages while I trudge through the dirt.
This love's a river, flowin' strong, but it ain't takin' me anywhere good.
It's drownin' me, this love, gonna burst my heart wide open.
Someone opened up a wound and now i’m bleeding to death.

Moonlight paints the big house silver from far away,
cold and mocking with all those dark windows.
Walk up slow, boots crunchin' on the gravel like a sin.
"Penelope, Penelope," I call out, voice shakin', "Can you hear me?"

But she never comes. No flicker of a candle, no silhouette at a window.
Just the mocking chirp of crickets and the rustle of leaves in the breeze.
My voice dies in my throat, a strangled plea swallowed in the dark.
A cold emptiness seeps into my gut, heavy and thick, heavier than the weight of unanswered love.