The Soviet

The Soviet - MeWithoutYou

God is love and love is real

But the dead are dancing with the

Dead and though all that's charming

Disappears all things lovely only

Hurt my head as I gather stones

From fields like pearls of water

On my fingers' ends

Can I wish wrap them up in boxes

Safe from windows from things

That break as the night-time

Shined like day it saw my sorry

Face hair a mess but it liked

Me best that way

Besides how else could I confess

When I looked down like if to pray

Well I was looking down her dress

Good God please

Catch for us the foxes

In the vineyard the little foxes

So turn you ears musician to silence

Because they only come

Out when it's quiet their tails

Brushing over your eyelids

Wake up sleeper and rise from

The dead

Or the fur that they shed

Will cover your bed in a delicate

Orange-ish red

Ah I don't need this

I don't need this one Now my doubts

I don't need this