Mother and Child

Shadows form knights and pawns upon the squares Blood is drawn up from the well Secret signs brought the crime right to your door An innocent guilty as hell Oh, the cot is open wide, damp with milk and honey Gone, the mother and the child in Jesus' name Oh, the cot is open wide, damp with milk and honey Gone, the mother and the child in Jesus' name Should they be waiting there on my return I may run into their arms Walking on a razor's edge, unconcerned Game is lost again, I'll never learn