Postcard

This postcard tells you where we've been

And dirty dreams of pious men

Who wake in fear but sleep again

With what they've done

With what they've done

With all they've done

Some prophet died but wrote it down

Our serpent bell is on the ground

And all the ladies sing it loud

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

The meadow birds have found

The bones of righteous men

Like ragged clothes

Like precious stones

And fell like evil in the end

And eight of them

Those evil men those perfect men

Some knuckle broken heart disease

Which pulled a preacher off his knees

A callous whisper through the trees

Blows patience boy

More patience boy

More patience boy

And watch her children by the flame

The ones you gave your father's name

Whose evil and his love remained

Inside you boy

Inside you boy

Inside you boy

The meadow birds have found

The bones of righteous men

Like ragged clothes

Like precious stones

And fell like evil in the end

And eight of them

Those evil men those perfect men

We'll sing a song we've never heard

Formed out of small forsaken words

And all the while that this occurs

We'll love you all

We'll love you all

We'll love you all

And for the beauty that we've lost

The measured time for love it costs

Despite our feelings for the cross

We love you all

We love you all

We love you all