Relax, no song is written   It's nothing you thought of yourself   It's just a ghost, came unbidden   To this house      This infection gets stronger every year   This seed in the water of your tear   There's no escaping it      This seed in the water of your tear   the way an unborn baby's ear   Unfolds in your belly      This infection gets stronger every year   This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek   And there's no escaping it      There's no escaping   The thing that is making   Its home in your radio      Bless this tiny alley   We have fallen from tall buildings   We have fallen   Bless the birth of him   The chapel he was killed in   All your tiny flowers   They have sat under the sidewalk   They have waited for the pieces   Of the summer sun to show us   All that is your beauty   All and all that is your treasure   I could smell your skin beside me   Say I hope I'm here forever   Oh but captain with your lovers   With your list of sacred pillows   With your sacred list of children   And the wall where you drew windows   Overlooking tiny gardens   Cut in half by jagged mountains   And the secret sacred sharing   That went on beside the fountain   Where the water waits forever   For a tiny, tiny treasure   That will rise up and recover   That will leave this tiny alley   When you meet me in the garden   With your wings all dipped in cedar   All those spirits brushing past me   Brushing past me in the ether   Say all this is window dressing   All you are is tiny curtains   They will flame, they will flame up   You won't know that you are BURNING!   BURNING!   BURNING!   BURNING!