Din - Chris Whitley

Well, when I got your letter, I could not contain

The urge to go beyond our inheritance again

And the drug of ages, in pages of your pen

I got to put it down

Maybe you got glazed by all the shit you had

To taste for to descend, to let me in

Maybe it’s okay now if you turn and run away

Anesthetic days of crusades and consent, the idiot intent

And though our love was likely your disease is so competent

You’re so proud of the few risks you’ve taken, child

But no it’s nothing new, we all continue

Maybe it’s okay now

If you turn and run away, well, yet again

Vacant above the din, vacant above the din

I tried to dissuade the agents in your mind

Who’ll rape and campaign until you resign

And I’d return your letter but I’m feeling unrefined

I’d rather put you down

Vacant in the eyes as you conform

And compromise yourself in sense

And like pretense

Maybe it’s okay now

If you turn and run away, well, yet again

Vacant above the din, above the din

Above the din, above the din