Chris Whitley
Assassin Song

I come from far away
anywhere I am is home
if you could make me stay
you'd only always be alone

Under greying skies
we receive
the endless summer gone
as the lost refrain
of an assassin song

Well I slide through town
a still and silent mist
till you can see right down
the killers you have kissed

And you may recall
in between the silences at home
a distant serenade
of an assassin song

In the shadow play
no history machine
in tensions untamed
the mysteries are green

Under bleeding skies
unobserved
you slip away at dawn
with the lonesome sound
of an assassin song

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