Spoke Too Soon

Something's dead and spilled on my childhood street

Just out past the garden wall

I could smell it cooking on the July breeze

That lifted all those Sunday dresses

I thought that i had seen everything

Under this white-knuckled fist of moon

But i spoke too soon ...

I need you here, man i ain't even kiddin'

Girl i need you here

You left the bed covered in blood and sunshine

Mostly sunshine

I thought that i had seen everything

Under this white-knuckled fist of moon

But i spoke too soon ...