get on the turkish line
you've never written a diamond under my door
i'm through this door

sometimes it closes my eyes
sometimes it comes on time
some lies were hidden
the sun shines in the son's heart

then flows the hat, 
then grows the red carpet

i wasn't ready to be loved
by you

almost a year ago, dreamin' alive
pushing those pills around
i was dead, i was dead
climbing that road

my grave is there
my eyes are swamp again

i wasn't ready to be loved
by you.