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The black figure of my body above your window as you're dreamin'I came to wake you and take you up northThe yard was wet, the heavens forget the way things are seemin'For us who must stumble in yards dark as horsesYour dream went like this, John the Baptist came back vapor veiledWith grand expectations for what he had startedAnd you couldn't resist, you gave him the gist about how things failedAnd how all but one fire-heart had departedAnd that you were her, and you were sureThat you had the Blood, that you had the BloodThat all is made ofAnd that is alright, that is alrightI can't think of a better doveTo carry the BloodThe canal was bright, its innards ignite when moon stretches tightTo show the cargo the floating is glidingThe edges are dark, it's channeled by bark, it carries the markOf every speckle of guilt I was hidingThe bathroom does taste of menstruation chasing night-musk through window screenLike wounded doves all pretty things bleedLike my highway dream, Judas redeemed for the one kiss he rode onOur spirits ride canals and never in deedsSongtexteDeeds do go, and deeds do notCarry the Blood, carry the BloodThat all is made ofCarry it right, all through the nightTill you see what we are ofA dove that carries the Blood Aus Songtexte Mania