The Darkness of Things - Tasseomancy

It seems there’s a darkness in things

The moon, the sea, the early light

And I abide, by the darkness of things

The moon, the seed, the early light

And I abide, I do abide

Faith has kept our stomachs dry

Now ride on this blind horse

Carry you home

Your clothes they are soiled

Your eyes raw from weeping

Now how can they wash their hands so clean?

After wooing you into a tomb of perfumed skin and infamy

I cleaned these streets looking for a piece of you

A tooth or a matchbook, a wedding shoe

But it seems there’s a darkness in things

The moon, the sea, the early light

And I abide by the darkness of things

The moon, the sea, the early light

And I abide, I do abide

A faith has kept our stomachs dry

Now ride on this blind horse

Carry you home

Your gold glove marauding

You’re lovesick from dreaming

Now how can they wash their hands so clean?

After wooing you into a tomb of perfumed skin and infamy