We met in a season of quicksilver tears
Recognized mercy among wild companies
Started singing in secret to save the bleed
Long night in the city, new year coming in
Her crested head always shaking and hanging
Blamed by confusions and passions displaced
Though the birds are shouting she
Subtle prowling, doesn’t speak
ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
We in those jaws
cleaved my spirit in the
An altar aconite summoned spit cure
ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ah ooh
What guides drunk a felt suspended arrow
the it’s it, that the
tell dogs, ones Sylvia’s gone home
ooh ooh, was ooh ooh, it mine, mine all, oh oh oh ooh
We in a silver tears, mercy
Started in secret to bleed, long night in
Oooh ooh ooh, it mine, ooh it mine,
Yeah it was oh yeah, yeah yeah it mine,
Yeah was yeah it was mine, mmmm umm…