The blade of good intention
Knows no regret
In the frost of the morning after
Scribbling secrets
There's no mercy in you
And a darkness in your heart
Strangled by loving arms
On a cross till we fall apart

And no one will laugh louder than I do
Because no one knows better than I do

You made the bed you lay in
You can forget it
Within you, without her
You regret it

I beg god to listen
Out of savage pride
And as you bask in the morning light
You walk a shakey line

And no one will laugh louder than I do
Because no one knows better than I do