The Left Side Lyrics
A pretty one-eyed girl
From the state of Maine
Can't see the church:
It's on the left side of her brain
But it's clothed in browning leaves
And it wants to take her in
And there's a Parson's robe inside
That wants to feel her skin
And the sleeves of warm, black cloth
Are hungry for her wrists
And the first page of the Holy Book
Is hungry for her kiss
And she'll go home
On the right hand of the interstate
And the church upon
The hill it will sit in crumbling leaves
And it will wait for her
Wait to be together
But she won't want it, ever
It's like a dream I had:
This girl I went to see
(And I can't sing her name
She might be listening to me)
In a room of missing tiles
We felt ourselves entwine
And she bit my tongue
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And shouted as I crawled into her mind
It was full of singing mouths
And apples in the air
A soft, warm little room
That was surrounded by her hair
And, alone, when we awoke
We stretched our legs and spoke
To the people we were sleeping with
In voices not our own
In the cool of our beds
With the words just dissipating
In the open air ahead
And this other world just waiting
Until we're dead
