Love was a promise made of smoke In a frozen copse of A bone cold and older than our bodies Slowly floating in the sea morning there were planes The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's sky Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow Tight against hollows, her unholy child I was still a shaking out my stolen coat Among the angry cemetery leaves When they caught king beneath the borrowed car Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys
Love was our father's flag and sewn like a shank a cake on our leather boots A beautiful feather floating down To where the birds had shit our empty pews Every morning we found one more machine To mock our ever waning patience at the well Every she'd descend the mountain stealing socks And singing something good all their horses fell Like a snake within the wilted garden wall I'd hint to her every possibility While with his gun, the pagan angel rose say \"My love is one made to break every bended knee\"