Thorn Lyrics

There's a thorn in my mind that twists in a vicious circle

My soul is a calico of bruises, yellow, black, and purple

I knock at the door but sleep doesn't answer

I can see her silhouette moving behind the curtains as she dances

All through the dark

All through the dawn

Don't think about the

Don't think about the

Don't think about the trouble

Like the man who waves his gun and shouts his desperate anger

My thoughts won't hear reason, proportion, or sense in this fever

All through the dark

All through the dawn

Don't think about the

Don't think about the

Don't think about the trouble