If I know my angels, I know what they'd say.
Be still my little butcher boy, you'll give us all away.
Be still you wretched little freak, give us room to move.
Give us milk, you little pig, we'll tell you when we're through.
My love is like a mountain, her mouth is like a mine.
Incubating diamonds, as we rise and shine, shine.
Rolling over granite, there's a smell like cloves and clay.
And if I know my angels, they'll take it all away.
Can you get it?
Now I've sold my bread, to keep my spirits high.
To keep some taste on my tongue, and my feelings dry.
They'll have their fun and leave me, I'm like a stone without a weight.
But if I know my angels, I'll fall just like a cane.
I can't get it.
"my love is like a mountain, her mouth is like a mine incubating diamonds, as we rise and shine, shine rolling over granite, there's a smell like cloves and clay and if I know my angels, they'll take it all away,"
to me, this is about that struggle with life i think everyone has sometimes. being in the middle of something you perceive as good, but then fate seems to conspire against it, pulling it away from you. and you can only hope it's for the best, but all the while, you can't imagine how having something so wonderful taken away could possibly be for the best.