The Faithful

And when the day recedes
Into the distant hollows of your mind
You will survey the damage done and
Look to cranes as specters in the sky

She used to dream of disaster and
Her mouth grew thick with the taste of fire and fuel
She got so sick of feeling bored
An emperor’s child with not a lot to do

But oh it explodes on a Thursday
In crimson and black
Emptied the roads for the last time
The weeds will grow back

Back when the boys played ball on Houston
Shirtless, handsome, sweat like wine
She stood and stared and felt ashamed
But she couldn’t unhook her gazing green eye

Cause I’m a girl who stands by God
And I won’t be won by temptation
I don’t give in to tenderness
Though I long for kiss in a station

But oh it explodes on a Thursday
She’s down on her back
She couldn’t have chosen a worse way
A different attack

She thinks that hospitals and heaven
In the right light look the same
The walls are white with miles of quiet
And everything’s cool cause the dead don’t know pain