The night in my bed of dark
The chain hanging on my throat
If Jesus isn’t there
What’s the cross that is his home?
He beat his drum
Like he did at feasts
I sang we danced on water
There was quiet and we were full of peace
We howled truth like the first
Prophet of joy who dared to say no sin
When it gets cold we’ll take a moment
And head for California
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
The wind was drunk
There’s a cold wet sun
I had to ask
I’d loved so long
To hear you singing out
A place I cannot touch
Mixture of poison and treacle
I walk towards you with a nervous smile
We howled truth like the first
Prophet of joy who dared to say no sin
When it gets cold we’ll take a moment
And head for California
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I’m not your only lover
I’m not your favourite lover
I’m not your candy girl
And I’m not your sinner
I’m not your only lover
I’m not your favourite lover
I’m not your candy girl
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
I am the lord’s mistake
