Beggin Bone

I feel im turnin in
to her heroine
shes got my by the throat
she’s holding up my chin

and tho my worried mind
tries burnin her alive,
tries lookin at the floor
she knows I love her more

than any man I known
than any flight I flown
than all my sinner’s stones
than any beggin bone

coz she is the kind of girl
that makes a  sailor turn
his eyes back to the shore,
rememberin’ their rapport

and yes my worried mind
tries burnin her alive
tries hidin’ in the dark
but she’s like joan of arc
she doesn’t mind the flame
she takes it with a grain
of salt from every tear
that she can get round here

and if i try to leave
she knows it’s a reprieve
if she’s not in my heart
she’s always up my sleeve 

and yes my worried mind’s
been burnin me alive,
but holding open doors
for her, I love her more

than any man I known
than any flight I flown
than all my sinner’s stones
than any beggin bone