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
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
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
of stretching us out. We read the braille with our bare feet It would not teach us how to see, But we finally realized ourselves. Varuna is counting
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
Forget the pain you once held dear, It cannot help you here. Did it ever help you anywhere? You're kneeling on a memory, some Pyrrhic victory But
