Lemonade on your breath, sun in your hair
You don't need to tell me who the fire is for
She makes the most of her time by loving me plenty
I love the way she looks in her underwear
Jane shot the apple right between the eyes
I was thinking of her when you came outside
In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame
And bring me a love that can sweeten a sword
Deep in the belly of a whale I found her
Through the wreck of the brass band I thought I could see her
In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
Said, "Christ walked on water, we can wade through the war"
Who died out of pride and got famous for that
Running her hands through the ribs of the dark
She came to me often, I was sure I was dying
I thought I heard somebody calling
Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc
I was in between the apples and the chloroform
Was it Casey Jones or Casey at the Bat?
A boat that can love the rocks or the shore
In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
She knows there'll come a day when we won't be getting any
Killed by a swerve laid low by the curve
It was always hard to tell if she was laughing or crying
General George began the day by taking pink little pills
In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
I thought I heard somebody calling
Can you love me like the crosses, love the nape or the neck?
Did I mention how I love you in your underwear?
Through the whisper of the trees came artillery breeze
Just a little bird floating on a hurricane
Crying all the way down, I never asked to be involved
Joan never cared about the in-betweens
I was flat on my back, my feet in the thorns
Don't pity the bullet and pity the man
The stain of the sepia, the butcher Crimea
Down with the deep blue jail around her
I thought I heard somebody calling
He said, "I love the way the wind comes tickling my knees"
Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc
The love of an iceberg reaching out for the wreck
Who both are like the barrel going over the falls
Do you ever think they ever thought they got what they deserved?
Combed her hair with a blade did the Maid of Orleans
I lose the page and the book then the plot then I swear
Sent his men to the top of some hell of a hill
Running her hands through the ribs of the dark
Who both found their place in the same sad plan
I thought I heard somebody calling
