Sour Milk, Motheaten Silk Lyrics

Sour milk, moth-eaten silk
And broken bread and bitter wine
Trim my tears with garden shears
Breed your thoughts in the diamond mind
I�m a song that can�t be sung
A method the cannot be taught
I�m a ladder without a rung
An auctioneer that can�t be bought
Like a politician�s smile
It�s your heart I will pick up
And the halo slipping slowly from my head
Sour milk, moth-eaten silk
Dandelions and murderous heat
There�s a god in every demon
Sugarcane and rotten teeth
I�m the writer�s faithful block
The air that makes your chest feel tight
I�m the hand that fits the saga
Pump it full of dynamite
Like a politician�s smile it�s your heart I will pick up
And the halo slipping slowly from my head
Lost in the ether lost at sea
Believe in me we�re still descending
No where to go, nowhere to breathe
Oh won�t your dreams stop pretending now
Sour milk, moth-eaten silk
And broken bread and bitter wine
Trim my tears with garden shears
Breed your thoughts in the diamond mind
I�m a song that can�t be sung
A method the cannot be taught
I�m a ladder without a rung
An auctioneer that can�t be bought
Like a politician�s smile
It�s your heart I will pick up
And the halo slipping slowly from my head