Из альбома: Sounds of Salvation
She keeps a bottle hanging like religon
Right underneath the bed
She pours it in the sheets and vents...
Combats the awful things we did
Snakes and Plagues and her former slaves
Are arising from the dead...
She grinds her heels as we bottom out...
... the horrible years we were fed...
And as the lights double back again...
We curse the man who invented them
I see a little bit of you in everything
Blowing up like jerusalem in me
How I'm in love with everything...
The girl with the golden back
Give me love in a telescope
And beat your heart like a marching band
Oh I could bludgeon it
Or bottle it...
Or beat it back to bed...
But bleeding bleeds much safer streets
So pick up that bandaged dress...
And put the polish down
And leave the crooked ground...
You look infinite at best...
And as time gives god a rest...
We better bind our better halves...
I store a little bit of heaven everywhere
Even with the cabinets so dirty and bare
How I'm in love with everything
The Girl with the golden back