For The Missing

Anna you were wrong
Tied me up against a sinking stone
Cracking when I bend
Shouldered by the moon, the sun, the wind
How dare they break the news
Can't they see I'm sore through every vein
Clearly too involved
Just waiting for the next turn to get off

Let me hear you say it again
Nothing innocent is ever planned
Let me hear you say it again
Nothing decent is ever planned