I had one chance to tell you. I was worth it,. As we stood between the graves in our town,. And the dead folks sang their forgotten songs,. As I watched your eyes stare at the ground..
And you told me you were sorry. And you did not want to pray. You looked outside your window. As I went outside away. The street it was much warmer. On my bare feet than the rain.
[Chorus]. Come out my love, I'm not the one that you were looking for. I'm not the shoulder you should cry on. I am the one you should've let go. Come out my love, I'm not the one that you were looking for.
First born carry promise of the old born. You're the same but somehow different. They're the produce of the lie. It breaks in and you never see it come then.