That never really make a soul
Who will resurrect us? Jive, ass and teeth
Ripened too quickly into rot and fallen on this stinking spot

Jesus will shine on you brightly, into the hollow lands

A faint sadness hangs about the trees as if our life and times were fruit

Mrs. Amelia Underwood, carry my heart in your hand
Like snow and smoke and skeletal leaves
Now the sky, a fiend of fire, the season's tears to ancient wine
In the lion all desire and prayer is one
Wearing the joy and the sorrow like beautiful fall pained leaves
Jesus will shine on you brightly, into the hollow lands

And casts her cobalt gaze across the years
Once we've all drunk all our fill of fire
A ghostly blight from godless eyes, the howling flames of our design
Tones of history ring here like a gong but the pitch is bent and queer
Mrs. Amelia Underwood, carry my heart in your hand
Used to be time was upon us, carried our hearts on our sleeves
For the pleasure games we play so easily

That I might live and mean it like the lion means to kill
Upon a beach of bones the iron orchid stands
The details will haunt us in strange ways