Screaming Trees

Jesus knocking on my door
Late last night and early this morning
Window glass, rusted and weary
I went straight through
Didnt hear no warning
Just a roll of the dice
And a precious vice
To bring you round, its easier
When Im wasting my time
And Im losing my mind
Oh my mind
Try to wait for the sky to fall
Its kind of hard not to see it all
Whisper a song of winter in your heart
Dead end street, just out my back door
I heard whats seen, a young girl laughing