[00:12.99]A pretty one-eyed girl[00:15.87]From the state of Maine[00:19.38]Can't see the church:[00:21.99]It's on the left side of her brain.[00:24.75]But it's clothed in browning leaves[00:27.93]And it wants to take her in,[00:29.16]And there's a Parson's robe inside that wants to feel her skin.[00:36.75]And the sleeves of warm, black cloth[00:40.20]Are hungry for her wrists,[00:42.90]And the first page of the Holy Book is hungry for her kiss.[00:50.43]She'll go home all alone[00:58.23]On the right hand of the interstate[01:08.40]And the church upon the hill[01:13.44]It will sit in browning leaves[01:16.35]And it will wait for her, wait to be together.[01:19.89]But she won't want it, ever.[01:34.38]It's like a dream I had:[01:36.03]This girl I went to see[01:40.95]And I can't sing her name, she might be listening to me[01:44.67]In a room of missing tiles we felt ourselves entwine[01:52.65]And she bit my tongue and shouted as I crawled into her mind.[01:58.38]It was full of singing mouths and apples in the air,[02:04.71]A soft, warm little room that was surrounded by her hair.[02:12.30]And, alone, when we awoke,[02:13.77]We stretched our legs and spoke[02:15.84]To the people we were sleeping with in voices not our own,[02:21.60]In the cool of our beds[02:22.05]With the words just dissipating[02:30.96]In the open air ahead,[02:33.12]And this other world just waiting until we're dead.