Love was on the milk breath
O haters and the saints
Below your bedroom's window
In the mornin' fog and rain
"O sinner
It's a riddle"
O
Savior
It is my own
You said "It's a mission
But I think I must go
Have you no other visions?"
"I truly don't know"
Come here
Babe
Please
Don't go
I-my and heart-home-cold
We're in the blackground
I'll be waitin' at the boneyard now
There's gonna be a storm
You think you're slick and I'm slicker
Me and my babe
O my babe
My warm liquor
No
It ain't what you think now
It might not be what it seems
It's maybe metaphorical
It might just be a vision
It's gonna be a parade
One so sacred
One so profane
It might be the pistol in its purse
It might be the cherry on the T
It's nothin'
Everything
Ain't no one special
No one worth savin'
Don't hold me down
Or I'll kill everything
You better see me out now
Before I get goin' again
Come and visit her on the weekends?
Don't bother pretend
I've been a leavin' man
Long before I met thirteen
And tyin' in between there
Try replacin' when
Come here
Please
Don't go
I-my and heart-home-cold
We're in the blackground
I'll be waitin' at the boneyard now
There's gonna be a storm
You think I'm slick and you're slicker
Me and my babe
Me and my babe
My warm liquor
So love eyelashes' flicker
Sun up to down
And back up again
When the cows come home
They do believe us
They'll come and retrieve us
I'll be walkin' slow
That's when it's done
No
There's no one
Ain't so pure
When it comes they'll walk in
With skinnies on special
Have me chuckle
"Not quite biblical for the precious and the pained?
My dark heart's to blame"