Shroud Testo

I'm looking more like my mother
I was so stagger'n waiting for you
I was so sure in my barely bended knees
That nobody cared for more

It does no good to talk about anything
It does no good to tell you I'm a wounded fiend

It's up to things we discover
It's in the way we try to cover with ground I'm not a flat-fingered dullard
I was so sure and never right

I was the tongue
That's telling you that some
Body else is trying

And I've got no feelings about it at all
In this old season of doubt and love
And I've got no reasons to bury it here

I could go backwards forever
I could be boxed inside and living without
Well don't blow my cover
It's taken years to make a beautiful shroud

I got no use in talking about anything
And I can tell you it seems to be haunting me
It does no good to talk about anything