nothing in the sweet kentucky spring
moons over the mother's pastures
leapt from the stars in succession
to keep you safe from harm
river ran dry like a birth
your tears from your lover's quarrel
missing pieces on the boulevard
scars on the wrist of your father
the womb in its curse
our child will be the storm
father of the world it will seem
so let the air breathe
i will meet you in the dark
against the church's pavement
new movies for the cinema patrons
taping our entrails for the lord
so let the gold rust
into our eyes we are alive
but sink beneath my dreams
oh line to cry again
will the birds sing for you
or can the lord collect it
on cherry waves you'll float
to the end of the world