Death is the devil?s work Love is a cheap card trick Truth is a poor man?s dream Thought is a quicksand maze And all my years spent cursing up the stairs
Where have you been lying ever since the fortunes changed their minds? You're nothing but a sleeping quarry, caught up in the snares that you yourself
Reach in for it Your rusted iron covered claws Pour out your breath into the furnace again And I think I?ve found a better way to live And I think I?
There is a wheel that spins to keep the river flowing It runs a course between your eyelids and your aching jaw There was a bird that took your voice
All that time that you kill pulling smoke to your lungs in a parking lot covered in green glass and shimmering the light on your face starts to darken
So we were living out our days in an old abandoned palisade Sweeping chimneys 'til our backs hurt and singing 'til our throats were dry. Scraping
I woke up sweating on the moaning mount of olives My black dove penance weighing down my feather feet Woven into my skin, the covenants I'd broken
Back when we wore the dirt and you didn't hurt and they named constellations after us I'd heard you almost died and the fault was mine, So that
I drove an ancient copper thorn into your Red Indian heart Pulled the cross down and myself into a hundred weaker parts Pointed up into the cliffs
She was in the backyard digging out a trench Praying for her father?s gun again All the holy weight they laid across your back A hundred years you waste
My left handed heart is still painting your face over the walls of my dim mind These contrary winds hiding under my eyelids I hope I can stomach the
Give weight and give woe The working man's slow for dinner we ate by the fire Some life is just so hard to let go I followed you with every movement
So we played our games in the dug-out graves Shouting curses at the dirt 'til the Messiah showed his face, With his soap-stone eyes and his seaweed
When day dawned, the tempest passed away and the warm sun shone out. I was caught in a sunbeam that dried my eyes closed I'll show you what it means
Our home is a jagged mouth, streaming out pleas to the dead We are misshapen teeth uprooting ourselves But we could have spent our time burying
I have been waiting on a response for days There has been a complication It seems your heart needed a break From pumping the blood through your veins
I had a lot to say before they sewed my mouth shut Out on a rosy field, between a cross and crescent I had a love so pure I had to leave her behind
When I was six months old there was a price upon my soul. They placed me in a basket and sent me down the rapids So all I ever knew was a wicker
