Lyrics:

Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams
But these pills we found just make me sleep
There's nothing quite so pure
As the written word, my dear, so let's have ourselves a little poem
Until the will to speak loses urgency
Our animal indecency
Until the will to speak loses urgency
In print is so blase
It's about the bell tower, at the golden hour
Angel of the spires climbs her steel cage staircase spine
Angle of desire
Ascend the wrought iron
One by one, wrung by wrung
Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole?
Or the way my body barely pricks the sky?
The same
As a century's worth of virgin's blood
That's passed through my longing veins, scheming
To convince my aching mind
That pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need

Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme
When you can't see the ground from that ledge
And this perch is so far, far from the nest
Gravity doesn't grant me the privilege of failure
My bough never breaks, I don't stumble into anything
So I climb and I carve my initials in the bark
With that feather I found, but it's all so contrived
And my genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage
But I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page
A slowly constructed crow quilled confession
Of my spirit to all of you, black waterproof ink scars the board
Black waterproof ink scars the board
So hot-pressed, pristine and pure
A slowly constructed manifestation of to tremble
As base as a bridge in a song
And less like the poem that I promised you
Nothing's so lurid as haiku-d'etat
On sidewalks in white outlined chalk
All I've got is this ink smeared line
With our voices in harmony
The offering of a crow quilled threnody