Bet It All on You

Bow down, lie down

The bricks are upon you

You won’t make it out

but at least you seek some proof

It’s only for you

Cold lips, sewn mouth

the stiffening of you

Your last rite sold out

to the gold that outbid you

Sorry for you

I’m sorry for you

Steep climb up the steps down the lane of life

An old moon does shine on the back of elder child

So old, what’s a hundred years to two thousand story lines

Some change, some die, yet so many left behind the old Mary’s robe

Bow down, lie down

You’re already past due

You’re wrapped in a gown

It’s your wedding day funeral

Lucky for you

Lucky for you

Steep climb up the steps down the lane of life

 An old moon does shine on the back of elder child

So old, what’s a hundred years to two thousand story lines

Some change, some die, yet so many left behind the old Mary’s robe

I bet it all on you

That Mary’s robe