And she went walking down lo the road But on her coattails, the holy ghost, We took the back way down to the stream But what we did then we didn't mean, And we were fire, and we were bright. And all your angels hid from sight, And we saw lions, and we saw god. But all he gave us, a subtle nod. I left my life force dripping down windows. I let my heart bleed out for a club of widows. We won't survive if it takes us our whole lives. Our ships ore out at sea and our bees Are out their hives.