“This may be my last chance to confess

So I’ve got to explain why what’s happened has happened to us

Please just come a bit closer; I’ll be brief and when I’m done

You’ll know everything

This may be my last chance to speak but

I’m still holding my tongue, still keeping my mouth shut

This may be my last chance to speak, dear

But I’ve been left with such great fear

That I can hardly go on… I can barely speak a word…”

“Murderer! You took my gentle wife away

Adulterer! Your hands are red!

I’ve been wandering all over town trying to bury these old ghosts

In bars, empty buildings, or churches, but they won’t stay down

They’re in my head now.”