All In My Mind - James

What was said,

to get along,

did not express,

the point,

of the dart.

What confessed,

then denied,

some things i must hide,

to stay in love,

with you.

Bring out your dead,

laid out to lie,

all my desires,

all in my mind.

Bring out you dead,

dead don’t stay dead,

they’re sleeping,

shackled of your stay.

What was life?

Thrice denied,

I’ll advise to stay,

in love with you,

Bring out your dead,

Laid out in line,

An unmarked grave,?

Bring out you dead,

dead don’t stay dead,

they’re sleeping,

shackled of your stay.

Dead don’t stay dead.

One one thousand

Two one thousand

Three one thousand

Four one thousand

Five one thousand

Count,

and turn away…

Bring out your dead,

Laid out in line,

A brief denial,?

Bring out you dead,

dead don’t stay dead,

they’re sleeping,

shackled of your stay.