cover me with your darkness so no one will see my sins
lay your hands upon me darling, and hold me down til I forget
wrap your fingers around my neck
and squeeze out my poisoned breath upon the bed
I've come to you because you seem willing
to lay your burdens on my back
I was brought up like a mule, never learned to see the sun
cuz I was taught to always look down instead of up
but I've found my own way to pull diamonds from the rough
and pull little bluebells and weeds out of the dust

it's very easy to find men who'll squeeze you dry and use you up
it's very easy to find bad luck
and the best way to believe you have control is to self-destruct
and if you've been told that you deserve it, then you might look for punishment
it's a story that's as old and as boring as violence
cuz I was brought up a good Christian, and just like Job and Abraham
I was taught to always bend low and simply take it
but I've found my own way to wrench blood from a stone
and turn a mountain of pure wheat into pure gold

so cover me, cover me, cover me, cover me with your darkness
cover me, cover me, cover me with your darkness
cover me with your darkness so the light won't show my sins