you were digging up italy
i was useless in my bed
lost everything that meant to me
sorrow riding rivers red
my desire was hearing love
when the wine got a hold of your tongue
gunna die inside the catacombs
for my sins i shall atone
damn this year and damn my eyes
and while you're at it damn my mouth
wouldn't stop you if you tried
follow flocks all flying south
i've retired feeling love
let the buzzards tear my tongue
i have died inside the catacombs
all my sins i share alone