I knew I couldn’t reasonably make the entire album a collection of all the faster, more aggressive songs. I needed a slower track and I needed a second from the first album to balance how resurrected-heavy the tracklist had become. For the live show I’d worked up three contenders for a mid-show break: “Everything I Am Is a Lie,” “The Moment,” and “…Things.” I liked “resurrected” for a mid-set appearance, so it made sense to run them one into another. As for its origins, well, I’ve already discussed that in the ‘resurrected’ notes.
This new version was recorded at the age of 52, which is twice the age I was at the time of its writing. As you might imagine, my perspective on the song and who that kid was has changed substantially in the intervening years. Not so much critical, as sympathetic. He was trying so hard, however deeply flawed as a human being he was.
Lyrics:
Who is this woman here?
This woman laid across my bed…
Her sex is exposed
And the will to live is dead
She says she’s come
To fall me on my own sin
She’s the strength
To all the weakness I’ve been
And here I am
Somewhere between violence and tears
Merely the sum
The product of some fifty-two years
But there isn’t room
For me and my self-pitiful soul
It’s time for me
To pack it up and let it all go
So with a kiss
There’s a clamor at the door
And with a kiss
My wings fallen to the floor
Lay here Lilith
I won’t keep time long for you
There’s a world
I’d like to say my goodbyes to
The furthest west I ever walked
These thick doors I always locked
These bright lights still left on
This short note that says I’ve gone
This former name, my former foe
This former self I no longer know
This rusty coil’s redundant soul
These former things – I let them go
The furthest west I ever walked
These thick doors I always locked
These bright lights still left on
This short note that says I’ve gone
This former name, my former foe
This former self I no longer know
This rusty coil’s redundant soul
These former things – I’ve let go