The Dark Testo

All our sweetest sins

Carry them ‘til our ends

They made you

And they made me


They say the dark will grow
In my eyes, across our skies,

A road

Yeah, a road


Ooh

Ooh


The apple tree that we grew

Blew over, died last June

When that hurricane

Came barreling through

And Grandpa can’t sit up straight

He’s lying down to rest his weary heart

While I must pray


Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh


I know you’re running scared

You ain’t going nowhere

Don’t you dare


I know you’re running scared

And you ain’t going nowhere

Don’t you dare

Don’t you dare


And hidden under Papa’s bed

The pistol my brother pressed

To my head, singing,

Just trust in me


Cause this holy house is a home

The dead don’t rest

They rise in our chest

And our sins live unatoned


Ooh

Ooh