Lyrics

The body lies on a plain double bed
Covered in its own sweat and chocolate mud-like blood
How can it be?
The answer must be there in her cloudy hazel eyes
Not even secret Russian spies hold the key to that door
Maybe, there's a note under the floor
Or, maybe it's really just a dream
And when I wake the sheets will be clean
But, I fear I left some blood at the scene of the crime

A knock upon the door, detectives step inside
Hiding in a place of invention lie the aforementioned sheets
Thank God the coppers aren't too bright
If they were, I would surely lose my ability to separate darkness from light
So, I keep my cards held firmly to my chest
Just like all the rest of my no-name confidantes
The sun still sets in the west
And when I wake, the sheets are clean
Still, I fear I left some blood at the scene of the crime