Somehow I fold away Against the sheets And I burn away As I gall inside Stammer and I shake And shrug and I pull She recoils And turns away I hear a dead man A spur on my heels I need crescent blades On my chest to sleep How could I look askance At swells of burning grain I can't wait I just shiver I hear a dead man A spur on my heels I need crescent blades On my chest to sleep I need crescent blades On my chest to breathe