The Dove

I swore I'd set your broken world alight
I swore I'd set your broken world alight
Tell me lover
Are you satisfied
With your wounded phoenix
Sleeping in the fire?
With your wounded phoenix
Sleeping in the fire?

I don't deserve your patience
Or your tears
I know I don't deserve your patience
Or your tears
You've been too kind to me
For far too many a year
Guess I'm an abandoned souvenir
Beneath your gaze my cracks appear

But if you only say the word
If you only say the word
If you only say the word
I shall be healed

There are splinters blooming
In my mouth again
There are splinters blooming
In my mouth again
Got a nettle pillow
And an eiderdown of flame
Watched over by a narcoleptic crane
That I wish would just wake up
And dance again

C'mon babe, this is no time
To exchange your velveteen disgrace
For a black kimono
Nicotine, and turpentine
And ignore the warmth of my embrace
It's no good to name
A cosmos of atrocities
From your hermitage of bed
Dwelling only on the constant not to be's
And all the dead poets that you've read

And when I beg forgiveness, I'll be on my knees
When I beg forgiveness I'll be on my knees
Speaking in tongues
Until you are at peace
Until we both can find some brief release
Until we both can find some brief release

But if you only say the word
If you only say the word
If you only say the word
I shall be healed

Is this what they speak of
When they speak of love?
Is this what they speak of
When they speak of love?
Another brief catastrophe
Shrouded in the flood
I'm the branch and you're the dove
I'm the branch and you're the dove