Law

And I felt the power leave me, the instant she touched my hem
And her fingers traced a pattern, like writing in the sand
And it never seemed so easy: Father, Spirit, Son, Amen
Brother, nothing really matters. Just surrender to it, man

And I’ve never felt so lonely, though you touch me with your hands
With the plainness of some virgin, smoking outside with the band
And if your family tries to stone me, let the sinless lend a hand;
I bet some bastard throws the first one while you’re writing in the sand

But I see the wounds you carry: they are not much different than
Son abandoned by his Father, left to die just like a man
There are regions of my memory I want to access, but I can’t
When two mirrors face each other, the image loops forever, and
Though I felt the power leave me the instant she touched my hem
I’ll be damned if I lie down there with the lion and the lamb
But it never seemed so easy: Father, Spirit, Son, Amen
Brother, nothing really matters when you’re writing in the sand