Do you see your own face in his eyes?
I used to be that, when you said you believed it,
It used to be that, when you said you were leaving,
And I remember praying at the dinner table
Now I've a dream of you with half a face
And you take me to a rooftop and skin me,
Come on, Abel, are you going to skin me?
And use it as a mask to keep you in the dark,
When the shadow of the moon won't do,
Because on you, the moon is but a pearl,
Stolen from your mother's bedside,
The day you came into the world.
And still now I can hear the dogs bark.
And I remember praying at the dinner table,
But nothing can compare to you, baby.
Come on, Abel, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me.
Come on, Abel, cut me, cut me, serve me (‘round the table).
And now it's laying on the table, waiting for you on the table
To carve it up and watch the spray go across the river-bed,
And sweet aromas fill the halls from all the bodies that came before
And that's the body; I swear that's the body
I remember, was laying on the dinner table
When you came around, said, “You'll be doing fine when you're able.”
But nothing can compare to you, baby.