Shook out my salvation in all four corners of my room   Lowly is the dust, trustworthy the broom      White lady, growlin' on a chain   Peacock caw the sound of my lover's name   The tone was pure and played on gut   From your birdhouse aflame      Your fire burns for me, red as grace   The blush came easily to your face   Your fire burns for me, red as grace   And she says that none would have her      As a boy I too drew near to the love of dust   Tough skin, blue light cowboy, idle hands they rust      Your fire burns for me, red as grace   The blush came easily to your face   Your fire burns for me, red as grace   And she says that none would have her      Let us allow the character to build   Wise as serpents and harmless as doves   Let's allow the emptiness to fill   Rich in mercy and brotherly love      Your fire burns for me, red as grace   The blush came easily to your face   Your fire burns for me, red as grace   And she says that none would have her