Greasepaint Friday

White skies like doorways and my bright eyes
Tight skin shining now
The words that hang like new fat plums
Heavy on the bow

The nectar which can be distilled
From windows in the house
It takes a hand which knows how to crush
Each then into a now

The new moon, well, it looked new to me
Air hanging heavy and full
Which shines under the right conditions
And the near magnetic pull

The peace that makes the names get blurred
I choose my words so careful
When I get to the dragon gate
I sing it loud and mournful

Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world
Have mercy on us
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world
Have mercy on us