The night, I lay in my bed of dark
The chain hanging on my throat
Jesus isn't there, only the cross that is his home
He beat his drum like he did at feasts
I sang he danced on water
There was quiet and we were full of peace
We howled out truths like the first
Prophet of joy who dared to say no sin
And when it gets cold we'll take a moment
And head for California
I AM THE LORD'S MISTAKE!
The wind was drunk, there's a cold wet sun
I had to ask, I'd loved so long
To hear you singing out a place I cannot touch
Mixture of poison treacle
I walk towards you with a nervous smile
We howled out truths like the first
Prophet of joy who dared to say no sin
And when it gets cold we'll take a moment
And head for California
I AM THE LORD'S MISTAKE!
I'm not your only lover
I'm not your favourite lover
I'm not your candy girl
And I'm not your sinner
I'm not your only lover
I'm not your favourite lover
I'm not your candy girl