Walking docile,
To the church you kneel,
It's the head you hang for the wounds that would never heal.
And always,
Johnny can you call me.
The laminated God on the bedroom wall,
The dirty hard drive
In the draw of the Gothic hall.
And always,
Johnny, can you call me.
Call me on the 31, when you run away
Nothing else at all I could ever say
Johnny, can you call me on the motorway
Johnny, can you call me you little runaway X2
A story
For the lost,
And the bird found dead in frost.
They never saw us.
They never saw us.
Everything you've done for a face that's new,
It's the room you fill for a nun that will search it through.
And always,
Johnny can you call me.
I wont be found
Dead in
Frost
The Sugar of Lead,
The Sugar of Lead,
I cannot taste anymore.