Her dress hangs like honey
Off her shoulders and across her back
Her skin is glittering
Her eyes like stained glass
That slip is a scalpel
In a chapel of broken hits
It carves or it fixes
But it always makes a mess
My love was drug home
By barbarians of debt
She says I was never
An acrobat of men
I was baptized in moonlight
The rays barely lengthened my limbs
Your songs are silhouettes
A parade of broken vets
And the ground's grown so soft
As I fish on the river I rent
It's so hard to stay up right
So I wade back through the stench
And swim
And I scoured the hillsides
For heaven hiding from hell
And I found not one noun
For they both were adjectives
And my love was drug home
By barbarians of debt
Their chains I remember
The pain I can't forget