The green widow sings in her cave
in the shadow of a pocket watch
between the pines lurks a mutt
the hands of the watch loosen
and collect pollen dust
voices are heard from all needles
more dry and perfurmed than each single one
and the sun shoots a cold ear in
dogs howl louder than spine
the bark rattles desert ears
soon the rain will come
soon the rain will come
and the law of ears will be folded behind glass
the dentures turn needles into nuns
sleep wakes up calibrated
here she lies in her cave
here she lies in her cave
even the devil must curse the hospital's smolder
the cave coughs the rain a rudder
sneeze knows us from coast to coast
find the key of time in low cast minor
the monster rises with silky many volts
water is coming out of all nail holes
and in the shadow of your pocket watch
the green widow sings in her cave
the green widow sings in her cave.
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