The Body Keeps The Score

I thought that I had said goodbye for good 
To everything I’d left behind in that old dark wood 
Now I’m back in the shade 
There’s a stranger at my door 
With a bill I haven’t paid 
The body keeps the score 

I thought that I was clean away 
But the body always keeps the score 
Thought I’d stepped into a brighter day 
But the body always keeps the score 
Now I can hear that whispering blade 
Of the knife in the nighttime kitchen drawer 
And I’m standing here so afraid 
The body keeps the score 

Oh, my love, I’m sorry, you’ve done nothing wrong 
Oh, how could you tell, I hid it so well, even from myself 
You know I’m a ticking time bomb 
A tick tick tick tick tick tick ticking time bomb 

I said to Satan, “Now, get thee behind me!” 
But Satan likes to take his time, Satan he don’t pay no mind to me 
He changes shape into an imp, a little imp, and burrows down deep inside 
Then up he jumps with blazing eyes and cries, “SURPRISE! 
Your body’s MINE and I know the score!” 

A tick tick tick tick tick tick ticking time bomb 
A tick tick tick tick tick tick ticking time bomb 
 
The body always keeps the score 
The knife lies sleeping in the drawer 
The imp lies curled up in the core 
The body keeps the score