She keeps a bottle hanging like religion
Right underneath the bed.
She pours it in the sheets and vents
Combats the awful things we did.

Snakes and plagues and former slaves
Are rising from the dead.
She grinds her heels as we bottom out
The horrible years we were fed.
And as lights double back again,
We curse the man who invented them.

I see a little bit of you in everything
Blowing up like Jerusalem in me
How I’m in love with everything.
The girl with the golden back.

Give me love in a telescope
And beat your heard like a marching band.
Oh, I could bludgeon it, or bottle it
Or beat it back to death.

But bleeding bleeds much safer streets
So pick up that bandaged dress
And put the polish down
And leave the crooked ground
You look infinite at best.
As time gives God a rest
We better bind down out better halves.

I store a little bit of heaven everywhere
Even with the cabinets so dirty and bare.
How I'm in love with everything
The girl with the golden back.