The Kindly Ones

words � James Stafford 1999

Forget how to move,
Under the dripping sky.
Find out how to bleed,
As the kindly ones have their way.

And you don't, fear the pain.
When it comes to you again.

All the flowers have been sold,
Their petals scattered on the floor.
You can feel a warming touch,
Reaching out through the rain.

Chorus

You lived out the drama,
Turned your face towards the wall.
Nothing more left to do,
But lie there and forget it all.

Chorus

She'll come to you another night,
Still, and born-again.
And your debt is paid in full,
And you'll never leave again.