From the recording History 2006-2016
My life was in turmoil, for a lack of a better term, things were changing in ways I never envisioned. Feeling like an exile from my house and old life, but at the same time on fire, deeply obsessed by my muse and the prospect of making this album. A week before going into the studio to start the process I went to sleep with my thoughts crowded and confused. I woke up and immediately wrote these lyrics. Went to Nick's later that day for one of our writing sessions, even though the track list was complete for the album, and I said " I wrote this spoken word thing morning out of a dream.." He said "I wrote a new thing this morning too" I said "let's hear it.." He crashed into the opening riff to which I said: "Every time I roll over things get a bit.. complicated.." The entire song was right there, right then. We loved it so much we taught it to Mike and Al in the studio and put it on the album. One of my favorites.
Lyrics
Every time I roll over things get a bit complicated Love like vampires, pure, deep and true Angels with at attitude light the path for both me you Tracks on my back don't tell no lies dig a little deeper.. the blood begins to rise The tracks on my back tell the tale the tale of a thousand years gone by The single moment in time and all of our history combined The tracks on my back tell all All left unspoken, all that has been said The alpha, the beginning without end Tracks on my back don't tell no lies Unrelenting love no compromise Stop right there look me right in the eyes dig in deeper the blood begins to rise The tracks on my back tell the story of love, pleasure power and pain tracks form the map to my soul The path to my heart the vision of faith the road to salvation the glory of being with you the future lies within their jagged strands Love like heroin.. Euphoric, addictive and unrelenting The tracks on my back don’t lie They are truth they are real They lead the way to paradise The cast their lines to heaven The tracks show us the way Some still run deep others scant traces. Like rivers of cryptic messages and mystic energy overflowing, each mark telling its own tale of shear ecstasy, and of beautiful pain when she painted my skin with her uncontrollable lust.