Lyrics Name and Number - Mark Lanegan

My cataractic eye
Stares into the sun
In some melancholy garden
The rain has begun
Perfume fading
Mystical shading
Dionysus' ritual of madness and love

When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber
Black sheets raining
Primitive paintings

I would forsake my every dream
Beneath this bruised-black lemon moon would sleep
The trees are haunted
By ghosts forgotten

Tangle the wires that spring life to horror
Rag-wearing pagans that bleed at the altar
Because their name has become a number
March lock-step in order guarding meaningless borders

When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber
Black sheets raining
Primitive paintings

The sick-sweet taste
Of month old wedding cake
The pristine visage of a frozen lake
The tears of mothers of lost aviators

Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number
Black sheets raining
Primitive paintings