LC - Mirah

We married him on fire

Like the nuns who married god

Then we jumped out of the airplane

And trusted we would fall

Then we traveled through the mountains

With our bodies weighted down

By the perfect lovely vision

In the absence of all sound

And though he was a faithful tailor

Our deeds we must confess

We loved so many others

Despite our wedding dress

So when the lace snagged on the fender

Of the car he left to drive

When we took it on a bender

When we took it for a ride

We wound up thirsty in this jail cell

But we’ve heard he said it here

To excavate this holy well

And pour it crystal clear

And we filled our cup with silence

And the words who keep in time

With the song that he will sing us

As forgiveness for our crime

Well love it’s true you’re golden throated

And your history is long

And you’ve had so many lovely creatures

Occupy your songs

So may we take you to the alter

We’ll feed you bread and wine

And be swimming in the fountain with you

Till the end of time