Life of the party with a tear on your cheek
You’d had some trouble at home and a dog-crap week
Wore your heart on your sleeve, drank your worries away
I was a sympathetic ear with nothing to say

Cigarettes lit in the hall
Shadows dance across the wall

You held the keys in your hand like a loaded gun
We all should have stopped you, we were having too much fun
The last thing on our minds was that someone would be dying
Now the daughter is dead, her mother is crying

Death’s a cold and hard embrace
Shadows dance across her face
Present rooted in the past
Every movement casts a long shadow

Words here are useless, still I’ll give it a try
Man was born to sorrow as the sparks fly high
Whether dead on the ground, or dead on your feet
Or dead on a cross, or dead in the street

Turn your eyes upon my face
Scars of mercy and his grace
In the precision of the light
Every movement casts a long shadow