Through Crooked Aim

Well, I've got trouble in mind

And Lord, it's the weak and the lonely kind

And maybe I'll do what I like

And maybe I'll throw away all that's mine, oh

Oh

Dark as the lows of the sea

I'm scared and aware of what hides in me

Reckless, I follow my needs

Though I am well-versed in the pain they feed, oh

Oh

But I am not lost yet

Or slave to my secrets

But Lord, it ain't easy now

No, Lord, it ain't easy now

Wiser the way that it was

Better small warmth than the bitter cost

I thought I could build my resolve

I thought that the hunger could be controlled, oh

Oh

But I am not lost yet

Or slave to my secrets

But Lord, it ain't easy now

No, Lord, it ain't easy now

Lord, it ain't easy now

But I am awake now

The streets are deserted

Breath in the cold air

And the steps to the river

The veil of deceit

The head of a lion

And the flotsam and jetsam

And the still of the morning