I met a girl named Abigail
Who I spent with a couple of nights
She wore horse hair for her raincoat
And paper cuts for eyes
She was born in a manger
Beneath the donkey's bray
Then ran off with the sandman
That the inn had turned away

I met her in Nazareth
Weeping like a warring dove
Her sighs were angels dying
Her tears were Noah's flood
I never called her beautiful
I never gave her my name
For in the moment my lips had parted
My tongue had caught aflame

I became her Christmas ornament
Made of paper mache
But it'd been a cold Christmas
And she kept the cold at bay
She read the Bible to me
As I turned my blood into wine
Our idle hands locked in lust
Just sinners in our prime

She sewed me a crow
Her thumbs like Mistress Miller
But when the crow pulled out its filling
She became as tortured as a killer
The last thing about her I remember
Before that bird plucked out my sight
Was it before me with broken wings
And a crucifix cut in the dying light

When I took to my deathbed
She gave me a hymn from her harp
Her fingers moved like Lazarus
And her stories broke my heart
The notes were my gallows
The chords like a firing squad
But she waited with a smile
To deliver me to God

When I was walking through Violet's Way
And thinking of a good ghost story to tell
You were the cracking neck in my acid trip
The rabbit hole in the bottom of a wishing well
And I've cast so many pennies down to the bottom
Hoping that time might freeze
And I pray to a God that I barely believe in
That you'll never get sick of me

And I've been patient, I've been kind
But I never get the chance to exercise
The best I can do is shake off the dust I'm wearing
I've been naked before but never not ashamed
But you kept your gaze, never looked away
When all I recall is my ex's with x's over their eyes glaring

Some of my favorite times with you
Are when we drink so much that whatever we say
We can pass off as alcoholic rambling
Even though it means so much more than...
Three months and fourteen days?
I've skipped plenty of rocks into rivers
Barely counting it past three times
But what I've seen in those small ripples
Can only be spoke out loud in the language of mimes

All I can hope is they set our tone to music
And I just hope that I can hear it
My awkward little steps with a walking stick
I love this dance, but my knees are shaky and unfit

Even if the world would end, and we'd be the last people alive
I'd still pull the covers over us while I take the dive

Maybe you could be my Maria
But maybe my Maria is all you'll ever be
Am I alive or is this just a vivid dream?
Or am I just making up stories?

If I grew wings I'd stay out of the air
'Cuz I've knocked on Heaven's door but nobody seems to be there

Sleepwalker, I've been chasing you for days
Its been 'round twenty two years since I've seen your face
I want to dance with a question, I'm through with talking straight
Sleepwalker, I want to change your name

All the highway signs are painted with your name
Oh, the way you love me could be just a car up in flames
But as white as my knuckles get
I'm pushing down, I'm flooring it

And the streets howl of lost love caution underneath my wheels
But these cold streets couldn't ever understand what I feel

Sleepwalker, you're no dead end avenue
A morphine dream from a concrete point of view
I follow the chalk outline of a kiss to your castle in the air
My salvation found in the tangles of your hair

Oh, I've been chasing you for days
Sleepwalker, are you finally awake?

Once I dreamt I was a cross
A lonely cross, leaning on a hillside
Born from an olive tree

There came a march towards me
And a man's soul was woven onto me, and splinters
And I, a lonely cross, drenched in spit and sweat and blood

The body astray but the spirit stains
A lonely cross soaking in splinters spit sweat blood and rain

When I dry my roots will be cut
Will I return to where I came?

Do I have a soul?

Or am I just firewood not yet aflame?

Come down to the harvest with the dancing dead
The skeletons from our closets will crack and break
When their hands hold each other
Past the party lights I'll show you what the party lights hide
The mesmerizing pattern the stars cut into the sky

Upon the water frozen over there are people I used to know
Carving figure eights but all I see is our names engraved
My lover, my artist please paint me upon your soul
You can rest your weary in the bags under my eyes
You can stay here past the party lights
You can stay here all night...

And when the sun rises, just know
When you decide to open your eyes
There'll be no more skeletons, my dear
Just you and I alive

I picked you up
And set you back up in the sky
A fallen star
My love you've nearly lost all light
I picked you up
I put you underneath my wings
I held you close
And softly you began to sing

I took you home
Sat you down upon the pew
You slept like the dead
Could not take my eyes off of you
I should've known
I should've averted my gaze
Now I'm nearly blind
And I feel nearly twice my age

I fell in love with the setting sun
It fell too fast and I felt alone
But I still had my hope
I smiled at the big unknown
I was too stupid to know
How much God could prove me wrong
Fated lovers never last
I know, I know, I've known all along

I woke to the sound
Of your heart beating in my ears
I felt it deep
Wise, in love, beyond my years
Ignoring the sinking feeling
That this was pre-determined fated to fail
We're still those puppies in love
But now with knives jammed in our tails

Finding Heaven in a beautiful girl
Well that's the biggest ******* lie
Don't tell me I'm taking this too hard
Until you know what its like to want to die
I don't have to miss the way you taste
'Cos I got my lips wrapped around a gun
Fated lovers never last
I know, I know, I've known since I was very young

There was a time
When I had faith in only us
But I got so sick of you, celestial
I wanna watch you crumble into dust

We are the fury and the greed and the filthy hearts of fishermen
Wrapped necks in their own line fed on by the fish with milk white eyes
We are the rotten apples plucked off the tree of the divine
We are the rotten apples plucked off the tree of the divine

Our father breathes diseases, our father breathes diseases through his fingers
Blows them out from his hands like hot ashes sticking to our eyes

We walk the paths wolves fear to pray but for what reason or a reason at all
Our love is in violence and our love is in pain and we love that we feel this way
We are the rotten apples plucked off the tree of the divine
We are the rotten apples plucked off the tree of the divine

Our mother breathes earthquakes, she breathes earthquakes from her lungs
And the earth will open us and swallow you whole, and it will and it will