Pagan Angel And A Borrowed Car
Love was a promise made of smoke
\r\nIn a frozen copse of trees
\r\nA bone cold and older than our bodies
\r\nSlowly floating in the sea
\r\nEvery morning there were planes
\r\nThe shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's sky
\r\nEvery evening I would watch her hold the pillow
\r\nTight against her hollows, her unholy child
\r\nI was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat
\r\nAmong the angry cemetery leaves
\r\nWhen they caught the king beneath the borrowed car
\r\nRighteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys
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\r\nLove was our father's flag and sewn like a shank
\r\nIn a cake on our leather boots
\r\nA beautiful feather floating down
\r\nTo where the birds had shit our empty chapel pews
\r\nEvery morning we found one more machine
\r\nTo mock our ever waning patience at the well
\r\nEvery evening she'd descend the mountain stealing socks
\r\nAnd singing something good where all their horses fell
\r\nLike a snake within the wilted garden wall
\r\nI'd hint to her every possibility
\r\nWhile with his gun, the pagan angel rose to say
\r\n\"My love is one made to break every bended knee\"
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