Lyrics Mark Lanegan – Name And Number

My cataractic eye stares into the sun
In some melancholy garden, the rain has begun
Perfume fading, mystical shading
Dionysus is ritual of madness and love

When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber

Black sheets raining, primitive paintings
I would forsake my every dream
Beneath this bruised-black lemon moon would sleep
The trees are haunted by ghosts forgotten

Tangled wires that spring life to horror
Rag wearing pagans that bleed at the altar
Because her name has become a number

March lock-step in order
Guarding meaning borders

When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber

Black sheets raining, primitive paintings
The sick-sweet taste of mouth old wedding cake
The pristine visage of a frozen lake
The tears of mothers of lost aviators

Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number

Black sheets raining, primitive paintings