[00:27.76]Love was a promise made of smoke
[00:31.44]In a frozen copse of trees
[00:34.51]
[00:40.13]A bone cold and older than our bodies
[00:43.70]Slowly floating in the sea
[00:45.63]
[00:52.39]Every morning there were planes
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[00:54.95]The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's skies
[00:59.01]
[01:05.38]Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow
[01:09.32]Tight against her hollows, her unholy child
[01:11.57]
[01:17.51]I was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat
[01:21.20]
[01:22.07]Among the angry cemetery leaves
[01:24.07]
[01:30.32]When they caught the king beneath the borrowed car
[01:33.32]
[01:34.01]Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys
[01:37.39]
[02:41.30]Love was a father's flag and sung like a shank
[02:46.68]In a cake on our leather boots
[02:49.99]
[02:53.86]A beautiful feather floating down
[02:56.99]To where the birds had shit on empty chapel pews
[03:00.24]
[03:06.11]Every morning we found one more machine
[03:09.30]To mock our ever waning patience at the well
[03:12.43]
[03:18.80]Every evening she'd descend the mountain stealing socks
[03:22.80]And singing something good where all the horses fell
[03:25.87]
[03:31.18]Like a snake within the wilted garden wall
[03:33.61]
[03:34.62]I'd hint to her every possibility
[03:36.43]
[03:43.87]While with his gun the pagan angel rose to say
[03:47.55]My love is one made to break every bended knee
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