Texty:
La Dispute Somewhere At The Bottom Of The River Between Vega And Altair

a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes. And I remember the way that you dressed and, how we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat And

our bodies were fashioned of stone But they chipped at the brick and mortar We found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bones And our bones are like chains, old and

, I am Was it something I did Bid the tide to climb so high that it ripped our shore up I can fix it, I swear If you trust me I am old and I am rusting

darling scars will remain. I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain. And when they run into the river, oh no

have and to hold, From this day and onward, For better and for worse, For richer and for poorer, In sickness or in health, To love and to cherish Till

I'd once feared but I was not afraid this time So I gave chase and found it, finally, slowly feeding from your head, And from my friends, and from my

and sex and death and faith, erased, or swinging sweet from around her neck and between her breasts. Let every lonely body finally break its fear of flesh and