sing to me

o angel of blackberry wine, sing

because frank is crooning

hand me a towel, i’m dirty dancing^[1], on the radio;

 

o angel of blackberry wine, sing

in the gas station parking lot, tell me that heaven can wait,

because frank is crooning

wishing you godspeed, glory^[2]–

 

in the gas station parking lot, tell me that heaven can wait,

but my heart will not. please. stay in the car just a moment longer. sing, angel,

wishing you godspeed, glory–

because you will be beautiful forever

 

but my heart will not. please. stay in the car just a moment longer. sing, angel,

of what i left behind in my haste to get free, in my blind daze,

because you will be beautiful forever

but time still slips like sunbeams through my fingers. tell me again, angel,

 

of what i left behind in my haste to get free, in my blind daze,

your statue choking on tears in the refrigerator light, illuminated, immortalized,

but time still slips like sunbeams through my fingers. tell me again, angel,

of how you will miss me with all of your being,

 

your statue choking on tears in the refrigerator light, illuminated, immortalized,

singing of how we were safe as the years flew by,^[3]

of how you will miss me with all your being,

that you know nothing like you know loss, how it hooks fingers in your spine,

 

singing of how we were safe as the years flew by,

of how you must always return to breathing,

that you know nothing like you know loss, how it hooks fingers in your spine,

your throat. last night i dreamt i cradled god’s head to my chest, mumbling

 

of how you must always return to breathing.

again, again, a shudder of your resisting lungs,

your throat. last night i dreamt i cradled god’s head to my chest, mumbling

sing to me, sing to me, sing to me–