These little hills are mine to climb,
Coz even girls fall from time to time.
I’m down begging on your streets,
And she’s praying in his pews,
But it’s my church that you abuse.
Sweet peas and mash potatoes
Your laundry list of domestic bliss
My cat drags you in and you play along,
And I do hope we make it there in time,
Because Greenland is still melting.
Your starry sky shimmers in my starry sea,
That part of you and this part of me
Lightning bleeding into abysmal water,
I’m still an angel under heaven,
A woman whose been through the desert.

So maybe she took you to a movie show
Tied you to the chair and cut your hair
But if I let you go would you still be there?
So then you say and so you have said,
That some books bound are better off read.
I’ve seen your beauty carved in stone,
It’s more than my dream in your hands,
She’s shooting the stars above your head.
My moonlit ocean is still deep enough,
I will bury another sweet St Thomas
If you don’t dig yourself out of that hole,
I’ll hang you up in my indifferent closet,
And wear you out like an idle fancy,
But you can always call me your friend,
If you can ever get a sincere line out..