I'm a godless man
I fear my idle hands
Demanding that my future
Should just cancel out my past

She's in every room
Smiling at the moon
And I'm asking all these branches
For the soil beneath my roots

Woah

My skin and my bones
And all the other things I do not own
They riot through her streets and sing
"Her heart became the sword in the stone"

Woah

She said, "Lay your burdens down
A king is still a king without a crown
You better
Kiss this spilling whiskey
'Fore it soaks into the ground."

Singing
"I'll reward your interest
I will pay my debts
I will burn this old place down 'til there ain't nothing left
Yeah, I will."

My instinct chances on
And knows only what I do not want
And it hits high seas
And its compass pleads
That it'd not be called upon
I stand somewhere between
The martyrs, oh, and the gossip queens
I'm not anxious to know
Who I'll be when I'm old
But I'm nerved by the absence of leads

And I'm singing
"I'll reward your interest
I will pay my debts
I will burn this old place down til there ain't nothing left
Yeah, I will, hey!"

All the charm I've shown
Backbone I've grown
These rented homes
I would loathe to call my own

Woah oh

She's in every room
Smiling at the moon