Set on your knees and pray passionately still,
Reminding I of every cheap Virgin Mary,
In our dreams and traced lines.
Our mothers eyes shine like summer.
But I'm whispers in winter,
I've finally felt you out.
The sun king's crying now,
losing faith in his crown.
Sit on your knees and prey,
To sit and watch you eat,
Feeding me, feed your needs.
In your dreams and your traced lines.
With three legs in close quarters,
Spent shells and soft cotton,
Tear drops and rock bottom.
Woe, woe, woe. (What was)
I've picked your place in the sea,
We walked like shining lepers among them,
Hiding our sickness and shaking hands.
I've finally felt you out.
We watched the flood choke the ground,
The leaves make an abstraction,
Your lips pull and engine of lies.