Letra de Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car (Live)
Love was a promise made of smoke In a frozen copse of trees A bone cold and older than our bodies Slowly floating in the seaEvery morning there were planes The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's skies Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow Tight against her hollows, her unholy childI was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat Among the angry cemetery leaves When they caught the king beneath the borrowed car Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keysLove was a father's flag and sung like a shank In a cake on our leather boots A beautiful feather floating down To where the birds had shit on empty chapel pewsEvery morning we found one more machine To mock our ever waning patience at the well Every evening she'd descend the mountain, stealing socks And singing something good where all the horses fellLike a snake within the wilted garden wall I'd hint to her every possibility While with his gun, the pagan angel rose to say "My love is one made to break every bended knee"