Mercy

Well, my eyes won't pretend
I didn't know you were close
I could smell your breath
Through a freshly painted door
We're standing there in no haste
While I pour three more glasses
Of Burgundy
And you can lick the dust from my bottle

There are walls bricked in books
Pages bricked in words
Each mark a pin stain in your armor
Now the shadow's staggering restless
Across the window from the candle to the corner
The blood and water's warm as you're near me

And I'm not begging for mercy
I see no love or mercy in you
I'm not begging for mercy
I'm only waiting for the sound of the morning bird
To send you away

Now the wax, it's cooled hard
Sides going past the hour
In this house I make more shadows than you
We're standing there in your coat
While I pour three more glasses
Of Burgundy
And you lick the dust from my bottle

I'm not begging for mercy
I see no love or mercy in you
I'm not begging for mercy
I'm only waiting for the sound of the morning bird
To send you away

Well, I'm not begging for mercy
I'm not really begging for nothing at all
I'm only waiting for the sound of the morning bird