New Jerusalem - Cassino

She keeps a bottle hanging like religion

Right underneath the bed

She pours it in the sheets and vents

Combats the awful things we did

Snakes and plagues and her former slaves

Are arising from the dead

She grinds her heels as we bottom out

The horrible years we were fed

And as the lights double back again

We curse the man who invented them

I see a little bit of you in everything

Blowing up like jerusalem in me

How I’m in love with everything

The girl with the golden back

Give me love in a telescope

And beat your heart like a marching band

Oh I could bludgeon it

Or bottle it

Or beat it back to bed

But bleeding bleeds much safer streets

So pick up that bandaged dress

And put the polish down

And leave the crooked ground

You look infinite at best

And as time gives God a rest

We better bind our better halves

I store a little bit of heaven everywhere

Even with the cabinets so dirty and bare

How I’m in love with everything

The girl with the golden back