The World That You Need Is Wrapped In Gold
we crawled around in graves of goose down blankets
we spread our arms and let the clovers cover
our bodies in mixed luck and filthy danger
and you said you loved the sky when it was bleeding
tasting the air without the aid of eyes or your feelings
it was your prayer and milk-maid longing
our ashen hands searched blindly through the darkness
to find each other's bodies laid in beds of roses
tainted all black from our youthful fumbling
now the days they slip away in crayon drawings
and you write memories in the language of your mother
you leave the scribbles for the lonely wanderers
your soul they came to take away
with tar and chains and rings of steel
and i begged and cried for you to stay
the way you were when you would lay
with legs all spread and hair in curls
you start to speak and then i hurl
my arms to take and scrape
the remains of all the chains
that drag and sway
along the path
as you're pulled away
you're off
and i'm left here
without a moth
or bit of change
we spread our arms and let the clovers cover
our bodies in mixed luck and filthy danger
and you said you loved the sky when it was bleeding
tasting the air without the aid of eyes or your feelings
it was your prayer and milk-maid longing
our ashen hands searched blindly through the darkness
to find each other's bodies laid in beds of roses
tainted all black from our youthful fumbling
now the days they slip away in crayon drawings
and you write memories in the language of your mother
you leave the scribbles for the lonely wanderers
your soul they came to take away
with tar and chains and rings of steel
and i begged and cried for you to stay
the way you were when you would lay
with legs all spread and hair in curls
you start to speak and then i hurl
my arms to take and scrape
the remains of all the chains
that drag and sway
along the path
as you're pulled away
you're off
and i'm left here
without a moth
or bit of change