In the town that my body was born in
there’s a graveyard with my family tree
There’s a hill where the still likes to find me there
like a love that you lost though you never can tell
Just how long is this infinite spell?
For there’s life between the old haunting dream
and the old shivering spine
There’s a God deep in the desert
There’s a home somewhere inside me
There’s a song that I sing when I lose my way
and a girl I remember when I need her that way?
I might always need her that way
For there’s life between the old haunting dream
and the old shivering spine
So I long for the things not inside me
in my square-wheeled chair I sing
And the face of a bride that I never can hide
like her body, the ocean, and the old oceanside
and them voices that desperately sigh
That there’s life between the old haunting dream
and the old shivering spine?
In the town that my body was born in
there’s a graveyard with my family tree
There’s a hill where the still likes to find me there
like a love that you lost though you never can tell
Just how long is this infinite spell?
For there’s life between the old haunting dream
and the old shivering spine
There’s a God deep in the desert
There’s a home somewhere inside me
There’s a song that I sing when I lose my way
and a girl I remember when I need her that way?
I might always need her that way
For there’s life between the old haunting dream
and the old shivering spine
So I long for the things not inside me
in my square-wheeled chair I sing
And the face of a bride that I never can hide
like her body, the ocean, and the old oceanside
and them voices that desperately sigh
That there’s life between the old haunting dream
and the old shivering spine?
In the town that my body was born in
there’s a graveyard with my family tree
There’s a hill where the still likes to find me there
like a love that you lost though you never can tell
Just how long is this infinite spell?
For there’s life between the old haunting dream
and the old shivering spine
There’s a God deep in the desert
There’s a home somewhere inside me
There’s a song that I sing when I lose my way
and a girl I remember when I need her that way?
I might always need her that way
For there’s life between the old haunting dream
and the old shivering spine
So I long for the things not inside me
in my square-wheeled chair I sing
And the face of a bride that I never can hide
like her body, the ocean, and the old oceanside
and them voices that desperately sigh
That there’s life between the old haunting dream
and the old shivering spine?