Half-handed Cloud - Bed That Breathes With Him lyrics

The strangers attacking

Our hearts are all lacking

But God means nothing to them

The hit-men hold coupons

And say God is gone

Or trying to do me in

Oh search and be silent

On a bed that breathes with him

Our hearts are forgetting

The thugs are all betting

That God will only condemn

Their questions rhetorical

I wish they'd get homesick

And find their way back again