Cobra Tattoo

sun just clearing the treeline when my day begins. slippery ice on the bridges, northeastern wind coming in. you will bruise my head, I will strike your heel. drive past wind of northern pine, try not to let go of the wheel. dream at night girl with a cobra tattoo on her arm, it's head flaring out like a parachute. prisms in the dew drops in the underbrush skatecase sailor's purses floating down in the black needlerush higher than the stars I will set my throne. God does not need Abraham, God can raise children from stones. dream at night girl with a cobra tattoo and try to hear the garbled transmissions come through. --- Cobra Tattoo - The Mountain Goats