Grace Is The Smell Of Rain
The cauliflower ears
The crocodile tears
The hearts too hard for breaking
We hobble down to your undertow
The lunatic fringe by the Quackery
Miracle Sludge from the factory
Come to trouble the water
Angels and otters,
Psychosomatics cleaning their attics-they learn
Grace is the smell of rain
Pride that stiffs the neck
healed by graceless genuflect
Heaven and earth embracing
Like lovers under the mistletoe
These low of lows, dregs of the earth,
malcontents when the last are first
come to trouble the water
Mothers and fathers
Immersing their babies, they pluck them from hades
where
Grace is the smell of rain
There's old sleep in our eyes
and deep thorns in our sides
but old dogs learn new tricks
when the rain is falling
By the bottomless lagoon
a drunkard's dancing in the moonlight
The cauliflower ears
(the dregs of the earth making their way)
The crocodile tears
(a drunkard's dance under the moonlight)
The hearts too hard for breaking
We hobble down to your undertow
The lunatic fringe by the Quackery
Miracle Sludge from the factory
Come to trouble the water
Angels and otters,
Psychosomatics cleaning their attics-they learn
Grace is the smell of rain
Grace is the smell of rain
Grace is the smell of
rain (motorcycle)
rain (motorcycle)
rain (motorcycle)
rain, etc.
