These 3 Things

When you wake up in your mourning Head on down the river See your soul Feel it sway Hear the world screaming Listen, your name Makes it seem like nothing Could hear you You fall back off the ledge in Your mind’s eye You can’t see how you land And that’s the difference Now proceed calmly To the edge of your road That narrow way That is leading you home When I hear my soul You feel your shoulder tightening So you knead and sway If you’re made of stone Then turn into clay Wash away my body I don’t need it I start moving slowly Glisten and hurt Mary has a note for me I’ll leave it day A precious secret like a bird inside a vest Wings won’t mend So I hold them delicate It doesn’t speak It just sings til it bursts When I hear my soul If only placement in the angels Frees me why oh why can’t it please me? Why must my dirty skin be Hot when you come near me? I must remember To dance alone at night Keep the profane in the light I have only got this life It merits this, it merits this It merits this, it merits this I must remember to dance with you tonight I must remember I owe my heart