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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Screaming Trees
Screaming Trees
Performer
Mark Lanegan
Mark Lanegan
Vocals
Gary Lee Conner
Gary Lee Conner
Guitar
Barrett Martin
Barrett Martin
Drums
Van Conner
Van Conner
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Lanegan
Mark Lanegan
Composer
Gary Lee Conner
Gary Lee Conner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Fleming
Don Fleming
Producer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
John Agnello
John Agnello
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Jesus knocking on my door
Late last night and early this morning
Window glass, rusted and weary
I went straight through, didn't hear no warning
[PreChorus]
Just a roll of the dice and a precious vice
Bring you 'round, it's easier
When I'm wasting my time and I'm losing my mind
Oh, my mind
[Chorus]
Try to wait for the sky to fall
It's kind of hard not to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart
[Instrumental]
Dead end street, just out my back door
I heard what's seen, a young girl laughing
Now raindrops fall away like souls
I wondered if she ever heard mine dying
[PreChorus]
Just a roll of the dice and a precious vice
Bring you 'round, it's easier
When I'm wasting my time and I'm losing my mind
Oh, my mind
[Chorus]
Trying to wait for the sky to fall
It's kind of hard now to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart
Trying to wait for the sky to fall
It's kind of hard now to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart
[Instrumental]
Jesus knocking on my door
One last time, early this morning
Written by: Gary Lee Conner, Mark Lanegan
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