Dorothy

The other night I dreamt I was back in college There were boys in robes and sandals They were singing songs to Krishna Burning candles they would trade for money You agreed to buy one cause you felt guilty One turned into Sr. Margaret I said "If you can change your shape that easily Can you take the form of my dead father? Because I think he would've liked to meet my wife" And I know for a fact he would have liked my wife Then last night I was somewhere near Virginia Rebuking satan with ironic faithfulness" And satan turned to me: Have you thought much about that cry? Eloi, Eloi Have you thought much about that cry? Have you thought much about that cry? Have you thought much about that cry? Have you thought much about that cry? Have you thought much about that cry? Eloi, Eloi Eloi, Eloi Lama sabachthani Eloi, Eloi Eloi, Eloi Elliot Eloi Eloi --- Dorothy - mewithoutYou