Text: Dark Dark Dark. Benefit of the Doubt.

On my final day
Did you think of me?
And did I get the benefit, the benefit of the doubt?

On my dying day
Oh I will change my ways
I will stop all this wand'ring around, dear
I will stop all this wand'ring around.

I heard you were gone
Heard that you left to get some sleep
And suit me that
I've no more to grieve for you
But its easier said than done, I say
'Cause your goddamn ghost will make me run all day
I can't keep away from you

And there's no more point in calling out on you
Cause those old numbers, they don't reach that place where you've gone
And you never left no new ones

And there no more point in asking about you
Cause the news doesn't travel in the same old way
Since you have moved along

When the hair stands up on the back of my neck
Its your goddamn ghost, thats what I suspect
No I can't keep away from you

And in your phantom ways, you can walk the walls
And see all the little things that I do wrong
I can't keep away from you

Did I get the benefit, the benefit of the doubt?
I can't keep away from you
I've no more to grieve for you
I can't keep away from you.