Houses — Peasants

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I’ve been praying on my knees
And my eyes are dirty pages on the street.
And that bee sting on your heart
Won’t stop the rain from coming down.
Tonight in this house we drown.

As I watch the stars align
And I keep the moon by my side
And as the fever starts to break
I’ll dig a hole for you.
And it would bury us
While we turn into dust.

On the white wings of God.

I’ve been digging up the bones
And your body is a dirty ant hill on the lawn.
And I swear to God
You are my iron light
And I am your dark tonight.

As I watch the stars align
And I keep the moon by my side

And as the fever starts to break
I’ll dig a hole for you.
And it would bury us
And we’ll turn into dust.

On the white wings of God.