We've got hearts like broken glass
Making angels out of ash
While we stare up at the sun
And suck the clouds into our lungs.

And I'll think of times like these
As I wander down the street
In a nameless part of town
Past houses emptied of your sound.

And I know you'll write to me
About all the things you'll see
In the cities of the old christian empire.
In the absence of advice
Don't think you haven't got me right.
You've got me right.

You've got wooden bones you Trojan horse.
I let your soldiers in my fort.
When you burned my cities down
You left your salt all in my ground.

Like St. Sebastian on a tree
I've got your arrows stuck in me.
It hurts too much to pull them out
So I'll cut holes into my coat.
It's like the books I didn't read.
Made up the ends through summary.
It's like a film seen through a crack
Too small to see the players act.
1000 paper cranes for you.
You cut my paper heart in two.
And though you left me in the cold
I'll love you until my veins explode.






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