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