Wayback Weekend #2

Down for Good

You call me from some transient address
To sew some tears and patch some holes and maybe confess
You say you wanna see me, I comply 
Cos I’ve wrongs of my own that I’d like to redress

We ride with winter sunlight in our eyes
Your anger still reminds me of a blood orange sky
I push until your secret finally comes
And rockets to the surface past delusions and lies 

And you don’t say much
But it seems you’re clawing back to the good
No you don’t say much
But the hell you’ve lived is understood

The Devil blew like dust beneath your door
She wore white scarves and left a powder trail on your floor
You spent last Christmas Eve in her arms
She rocked you till you couldn’t tell the truth anymore

And when Mother couldn’t wipe away your tears
The Devil sang you lullabies and deadened your fears 
Your innocence was ground beneath her heels
She your brutal mistress for eight precious years

And you don’t say much 
But I know she dragged you down to disgrace 
No you don’t say much 
But I can read regret in your face

And now I sense the layers peeling
Fractures fixed and fissures healing 
Now I sense the layers peeling
Core shines through with Purest Feeling 

I send you off again into the sun
You look a little stronger, I think maybe you’ve won
But I’m still afraid that though you seem all right 
The Devil might slither in and steal you back in the night

And I don’t say much 
But you know I’m always here on the ground
No I don’t say much 
But I’m praying that this time you’ve come down 
For good