Red Dust (Live At The Theater At The Ace Hotel, Los Angeles)

I will not cave under you For my heart is an unending tomb I will not trouble your rest For my heart is infinity blessed Ever a hard rot Cut from an ancient cloth of old Someone is ringing a bell It chimes through this shimmering shell That once was my vision of birth Now is my vessel and curse Heat from the tall lamp Melting the outer wax that holds Blood from a deep cut Some of the reddest stuff to flow Sometimes my hands they don't feel like my own I need someone to love I need someone to hold