I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images and when we kiss They're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God
and the rain in her braided hair A letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle Like a hymn to the house she was makin' Blind and whistlin' just around
Call your boys, now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys, they shot a buzzard off the Chrysler And you
Mr.Henry and the muscle man Gave her shoes on a night there was no room to stand And like a letter in a stolen purse She was bored of her weight, she
"Take me again," she said, thinking of him "To the pond with the swans and the swimming" Far from his room, the familiar perfume How it felt to her when
Talk of yesterday and she will show her brothers photographed in kalised clothes. Say tomorrow and she 'll say come find me, on a beach and there will
To my dearest forsaken Who the earth now has taken Empty, the bottle drains no more It is true that I loved you Despite the harm that I own you Wash
Dreamless sleep will fall like a deep, poisoned well On the steeple birds and this red-light hotel So lay your pistol down, Granny The company men never
Homeward, the new road meanders Washed out the old road as to what did I bring Flowers, a verse about springtime Perchance in the tree line, she's waiting
Jenny was gone, and the moon blooms, all shining As we dragged our panic up and down the riverbed Sweating wild and weird in our Sunday clothes Jenny
Oh, I've just come from the land of the sun From a war that must be won in the name of truth With our soldiers so brave, your freedom we will save With
The kettle burned cuz I left it too long When we were kissing with the radio on The cat was choking on a rattlesnake bone The town had gathered 'round
Curiosity far greater than the fear It felt so simple, so prodigious, at the same time Incredible things are happening in the world Magical things are
Darling behave, though your boy is gone, or so we?ve heard I feel you would rise if it was a song who?d say these words Summer comes with its color all
There's a woman here with a broken record player And a dusty compass off to map the country's new behavior Strange words that we hold on back into the
Midnight and her eyes, hide like kittens new and wet Mine are sinning hands, on her laying on my bed River still may rise, wild, and water take us both
Sunday morning my Rebecca's sleeping in with me again there's a kid outside the church kicking a can when the ceder branches twist she turns her collar
Black dog bit through the keeper's chain Small and angry when the devil came Sold my soul like a pocket knife There was no moon, there'll be no milk
