summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall   wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all   how sweet is the day   I'm craving a darkness   as I sit tucked away with my back to the wall      and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth   and the landscape of merry and desperate drought   how much longer dear angels   let winterlight come   and spread your white sheets over my empty house      summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust   forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust   now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness   leaving as trace only circles of rust      and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth   and the landscape of merry and desperate drought   how much longer dear angels   come break me with ice   let the water of calm trickle over my doubts      come let me drown   angels no fire no salt on the plow   carry me down   bury me down      and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth   and the landscape of merry and desperate drought   once I knew myself   and with knowing came love   I would know love again if I had faith enough   too far is next spring and her jubilant shout   so angels, inside   is the only way out