Caught In The Briars

Back alleys full of rain and everything shining as holy as she can be the trick’s in the timing Free as a morning bird fragile as china she’s stuck in the weakest heart of South Carolina where all of the naked boys lay down beside her sing her the saddest song all caught in the briars I never meant to fall so hard in the doorway and all the sinners here have crosses for Sunday Kissed at the county fair frisked in the city which proves as an answered prayer but ain’t it a pity that all of the naked boys that laid down beside her sing her the saddest song all caught in the briars