Visit from the Dead Dog

Got a visit from the dead dog He slept at the end of my bed last night He could tell I was fading And somehow fighting against the light Everyday when I open my eyes I see unwanted funerals Maybe I'll be buried alive But I've never seen you so beautiful Oh, I'm staying in today And watch the others play Oh, wash my sins away Like all good children I mean what I say I guess God has the last laugh From up on high he lets us kill And his people die for their faith And we call it triumph of the will All the theories in my own head Fragment and bump into themselves I'll run instead of taking a walk Instead of sixes I see twelves Oh, I'm staying in today And watch the others play Oh, wash my sins away Like all good children I mean what I say Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chase you home Run where you've never been before Lest the dead dog chase you home --- Visit from the Dead Dog - Ed Harcourt