Wise Blood

In between the cocktail hours and the form-fitting plastic

I am a mold of your body, it fits fantastic

You realize no one is watching, maybe no one ever was

I am the wise blood that feeds you, I feed you just because

 

Swing low sister

Roll your body down

Swing low sister

Roll your body…

 

Lay me down in your garden of blown glass—where the beasts have been

Lick rain from the heaven inside us, your eyes are votive flames

We realize no one is watching, maybe no one ever was

You are the wise blood that feeds me, you feed me just because

 

CHORUS

 

To all the nights we burned between our fingers

All signs of life we squeezed like little triggers

How long? Baby, I don’t know. Nothing lasts forever

It comes undone.

 

In between the cocktail hours and the form-fitting plastic

I am a mold of your body, it fits fantastic

You realize no one is watching, maybe no one ever was

I am the wise blood that feeds you, I feed you just because

 

CHORUS