To my dearest forsaken Who the earth now has taken Empty, the bottle drains no more It is true that I loved you Despite the harm that I own you Wash
There's no way to temper your thirst With lasting impressions or pictures of home There's no way to grow that don't hurt She growled from the station
I asked you a question and I didn't need you to reply Is it getting heavy? But then I realize, is it getting heavy Well, I thought it was already as
"Take me again," she said, thinking of him "To the pond with the swans and the swimming" Far from his room the familiar perfume How it felt to her when
Sunday morning my Rebekahs sleeping in with me again There's a kid outside the church kickin' a can When the ceder branchs twist she turns her collar
I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images and when we kiss They're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God
wide and the rain in her braided hair A letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle Like a hymn to the house she was making Blind and whistling just around
mind To pass all the things he made But then never bothered to name And no one will tell the truth And no one will hide it from you Like birds around
There's a woman here with a broken record player And a dusty compass off to map the country's new behavior Strange words that we hold on back into the
Mr.Henry and the muscle man Gave her shoes on a night there was no room to stand And like a letter in a stolen purse She was bored of her weight, she
Oh, I've just come from the land of the sun From a war that must be won in the name of truth With our soldiers so brave, your freedom we will save With
Talk of yesterday and she will show her brothers photographed in kalised clothes. Say tomorrow and she 'll say come find me, on a beach and there will
Hard light, take the wings of the winter Song bird, they were strong hands that held her Miles above ground, we can't see you now Morning took the reins
tower Call, then pass us by but much too high To see the empty road at happy hour Gleam and resonate just like the gates Around the Holy Kingdom With
and the rain in her braided hair A letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle Like a hymn to the house she was makin' Blind and whistlin' just around
Call your boys, now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys, they shot a buzzard off the Chrysler And you
