Images of Love

Stranger, if you come, know that much is broken
I forget the way surrender is spoken

Carry it high, carry it low
Through all the images of love

Sing into the fear, may we break the bed
We were dead before, we'll be dead again

Carry it high, carry it low
Through all the images of love

We can make no babies, we can take the stairs
I could wash your feet, you could shave my head

Carry it high, carry it low
Through all the images of love



Credits
Writer(s): Auguste Arthur Bondy
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