Postcard

This postcard tells you where we've been And dirty dreams of pious men Who wake in fear but sleep again With what they've done With what they've done With all they've done Some prophet died but wrote it down Our serpent bell is on the ground And all the ladies singing loud: "Hallelujah" "Hallelujah" "Hallelujah" [Chorus] The meadow birds have found the bones of righteous men Like ragged clothes, like precious stones And fell like evil in the end, in aid of them Those evil men, those perfect men Some knuckle broken on disease Which pulled a preacher off his knees A callous whisper through the trees Blows: "patience boy" "More patience boy" "More patience boy" And watch her children by the flame The ones you gave your father's name Whose evil and his love remained Inside you boy Inside you boy Inside you boy [Chorus] We'll sing a song we've never heard Formed out of small forsaken words And all the while that this occurs We’ll love you all We’ll love you all We’ll love you all And for the beauty that we've lost The measured time for love it cost Despite our feelings for the cross We love you all We love you all We love you all