Aconite

We met in a season of quicksilver tears Recognized mercy among wild company Started singing in secret to stay the bleed Long night in the city, new year comin' in Her crested head always shaking and hanging Blamed by confusions of passions displaced Though the catbirds are shouting She rises all eager and supple and prowling And doesn't speak at all Ooh, wasn't mine Ooh, it wasn't mine, yeah It wasn't mine, oh We believed in the riches those steel jaws were promising And as jealousy cleaved my spirit in two What a gift in the charcoal night, an altar of Aconite Summoned to spit out the cure Ooh, it wasn't mine Ooh, it wasn't mine, yeah It wasn't mine, oh What guides us? The drunk Judas the size of a tiger felt shy Suspended in her arrow light Tell the watchman it's not worth it That the danger was just an echo And tell the dogs, the one sleeping, Sylvia's come home Ooh, wasn't mine Ooh, it wasn't mine, yeah It wasn't mine, oh We met in a season of quicksilver tears Recognized mercy among wild company Started singing in secret to stay the bleed Long night in the city, new year coming in