The Tale Of Dusty And Pistol Pete

                               dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors
                                        "why can't you miss me?"
                         pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is shaken
                                   what does this mean in love or in peace?
                                        with you lying next to me
                                          so faithless serene
                                          and she calls to him

                                  let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
                                     far out beneath the sorrow clouds
                                  let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
                                  let them cry out through your rusted scars

                            alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting
                             with raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man
                                       still scorned by his demon

                                         because he's undone
                                        become the language of
                                   disaster and love, vengeance and dust
                                          and she calls to him

                                  let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
                                     far out beneath the sorrow clouds
                                  let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
                                  let them cry out through your rusted scars

                               dusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes
                                         of hurt and teardrop
                                 as he holds her down, in the cold lonely winds
                                      together again, her inside him
                                          and she calls to him

                                  let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
                                     far out beneath the sorrow clouds
                                  let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
                                  let them cry out through your rusted scars