We shared some wine upon a stony beggars bed
Underneath my overcoat I wore a shirt of lead
You touched me slowly with a flaming poker sword
You sang a song about a girl who bled to death on the floor.
A fire crashed in the distance and we trembled a refrain
A morning dove it died upon the shattered window pane
You were pierced by a shard of glass and your wine fell to the floor
Child of man, child of god, just wish you loved me more.
I wrapped a flag around you; it was white and crossed in red.
I laid you like a dead man on a stoney beggars bed
A woman came and lifted you and walked right out the door
Child of man, child of god, just wish you loved me more.
I retreated to dreams where I could make love like a child.
Wandered in cloud city where the streets ran blue and wild.
A white flag with a red cross flies from every door.
Any door I’d knock on, well you’d be behind that door.
I’ll finish off this bottle, then I’ll never drink no more.
On earth I’ll be a bargain, something bloody, something poor.
I just need some arms to rest in; maybe that’s what heaven’s for.
Child of man, child of god, just wish you loved me more.
Do you think some tears, perhaps, could melt your heart again?
If I found your doorstep, do you think I could come in?
I’d send a dove to find you, but she‘s bleeding on the floor.
Child of man, child of god, just wish you loved me more.