Heavier Than Sin - Irish Stew of Sindidun

His big house glitters, lights paint the walls

Stuffed animals by fireside remind of glory days

But even when the evening comes to hide his crock of gold

There’s no shadow to cover soul that’s sold

Her lying lips are rosy, their taste is bittersweet

Splendid dress with golden crafts as white as wedding day

But the filth that she carries hidden well behind her eyes

Can be seen on other men she betrayed

Too late to pray, too soon to redeem

Their world is heavier than sin

Reflections in the mirror, wrinkled face of death

Will raise her shaking fears while she tries to sleep

But she keeps lovely smile with eyes that gaze at lies

Hiding rotten soul with sunshine in her hair

A cruel misty morning brings pictures of the past

He’s roaming through the day which seems will never end

Biding time in misery, with shotgun in his hands

Trying to run from dazing truth which never fades