Citadel of My Love

Love, come, tell me a story
There'll be no moon in the morning
Your flawless freedom is all that I own

Face first, sing me the lullaby you felt
When you traced the borders of him
When the hard lace softened to your skin

And guard, stand yourself down from the gate
Let the new-eyed Bedouin monk into the shade
He speaks with a sparkling honesty
Of a sword found in a cave
And he'll give it, oh, he'll give it
He'll give it, oh, he'll give it
For everything that we have made

Guns march into the citadel of my love
They poison the pure white dove
Nothing is sacred, nothing is saved

And the palm trees shed in the hot wind
The tired mare waits to be wanted
But the rear gate opens only to air

And guard, stand yourself down from the gate
Let the new-eyed Bedouin monk into the shade
He speaks with a sparkling honesty
Of a sword found in a cave
And he'll give it, oh, he'll give it
He'll give it, oh, he'll give it
For everything that we have made

And the heavy sun sleeps on my pre-human sounds
The same old stars make the rounds
The café serves too many still

And the young nuns laugh at the sight of my weakness
The old ones cry for my sickness
The concrete sighs for my bones

And guard, stand yourself down from the gate
Let the new-eyed Bedouin monk into the shade
He speaks with a sparkling honesty
Of a sword found in a cave
And he'll give it, oh, he'll give it
He'll give it, oh, he'll give it
For everything that we have made

So, go, love, finish your story
There'll be no moon in the morning
Your flawless freedom is all that you own