"The Hanging Heart" as written by and Ethan Miller....
Only love and false gods live for today
And burn down their own sons before the fade away
The beaten light is crawling now sunk in howling disease
That sad gold stone of the dust crawling from us on its knees
The moon and sun will bust and rust and turn to blood and dust
Yes I’ve seen it in my mind’s eye
But they’ll never burn and blind and crust
Like the tears of rage within your eyes
Early in the morning while the snow still fell
Upon our love’s grave, babe, and you and I are quite dreaming
And the slippery moon was the only one to shed a tear
While we finished the services
And buried a little madness on this earth…down
Sister, weigh your heart
There really ain’t enough gold and blood to get that far around
It you ever hang it from the trees for the wolves and stinging bees
I’d hack it down and gather it in my arms …with me
Our wild tears embalmed the black sky
Until its guts burst and fell like loaded dice
On our fixed game that plays and plays like murder in the night
And sometime late in the cedars and pines
Your life ran from you with the wind on fire
And you took the arms of a lonely death
Early in the morning while the snow still fell
Upon our love’s grave, babe, and you and I are quite dreaming
And the slippery moon was the only one to shed a tear
While we finished the services
And buried a little madness on this earth…down
Sister, you laid your trouble down
I gathered all your heart that I could hold
The rest of it is gone in the animals and earth
It was best to let it crawl out of your skin,
And run


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