Name you, don't name you, keep.
Blame you, don't blame you, sleep.
I saw you moving, against the window,
a galaxy of blades.
You grabbed me dancing, I threw my bets down,
against your fist of spades.
Double or nothing.
Pray faster, speak master, never more certain of my grace.
On the table legs wide open one kind doctor and your face.
Name him, don't name him.
He is blue and white and gold.
Blame him, don't blame him.
Never young and never old, never young and never old.
Break down, full petal shake down.
Oh, it ripped me, to have you go.
But flowers, medicine flowers, in ripped earth grow.
Girl, please, I'm a shell, I'm a bell, I'm a knife.
Trust, she's, on the move in a lake of light.
In basement bedroom, you echolocate,
and seize me in the dark.
And with thanksgiving, I lay my head down,
and press my back against your heart.
Double or nothing.
Pray faster, speak master, never more certain of my grace.
On the table legs wide open one kind doctor and your face.
Holy smoke how my heart broke to love him.
And from my womb a rainbow runs behind him.
Those ones that die inside us,
Look back and long to guide us,
Baby what are you and are you here?
Draw me near.
Hold me, why don't you hold me?
Oh just hold me, why don't you hold me?
Hold me please.
Hold me please.
Pray faster, speak master, never more certain of my grace.
On the table legs wide open one kind doctor and your face.
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