I

saw

my

name

wri-

tten

in,

Deep

wi-

thin

the

well

as

I

drank

from

it.

(And

dug

wi-

thin

your

palms)

as

You

of-

fered

this,

I

felt

You

gaze

at

me.

But

with

qui-

ckened

step,

My

feet

spoke

fas-

ter

than

the sen-

tence

That

clawed

at

my

heels

More

than

sen-

ti-

ment;

I

knew

that

You

looked

at me

But

not

that

in-

tent-

ly.

You

sang,

"Lis-

ten,

lis-

ten!

Can't

you

hear

cre-

a-

tion

groan-

ing?

The

heels

of

li-

ons

are

moan-

ing

for

move-

ment

And

e-

very-

thing

is shak-

ing

that

could

be

sha-

ken.

And

I

on-

ly

ask,

o

God!

do

I

plead

That

you

would

a-

bide

and

re-

main

in

me

Oh,

'cause

I,

I'm

jealous

for

your

safe-

ty."

"When

I

saw

you,

it

was

like

walk-

ing

through

the

street

Just

crowds

of

end-

less

grief

Through

the

walls

past

which

I

could

see

Through

the

win-

dows

ob-

so-

lete

'Cause

I

saw

e-

very

tear,

e-

very

sigh

E-

very

was-

ted

mi-

nute

by

E-

very

inch

of

my

fa-

ther's

de-

sign

E-

very

se-

cond

of

life

de-

nied."

"and

oh,

child,

if

I

could,

I'd

throw

my-

self

be-

fore

your

tracks

But

I've

al-

rea-

dy

done

that,

I've

al-

rea-

dy

done

that.

So

that

may-

be

you

would

stop,

o

God!

would

you

see...

But

now

my

blood

is

dry-

ing

on

the

soles

of

your

feet."

"So

come

back,

come

back,

re-

treat,

come

back..."

Can't

you

hear

cre-

a-

tion

groan-

ing?

The

heels

of

li-

ons

are

moan-

ing

for

move-

ment

And

e-

very-

thing

is shak-

ing

that

could

be

sha-

ken.

And

I

on-

ly

ask,

o

God!

do

I

plead

That

you

would

a-

bide

and

re-

main

in

me

Oh,

'cause

I,

I'm

jealous

for

your

safe-

ty."