For the Snakes

[Verse 1] All your brambles, all your creeping vines All of the trash that people leave behind All your fine, fine columns poking up through the pond scum [Refrain] We will have uses for these things when we come [Verse 2] Cracks in the marble you hauled in from the quarry These will be seen by all in all their glory Long hidden shadows of the places they came from [Refrain] We will bring memories of these things when we come [Bridge] All your abandoned things Once fine vestments, statues with wings They have their uses, every one Let me slither across them in the sun [Verse 3] Pale imitations that you brought back from afar We will show them to you as they are Wind through the ruins, high and lonesome [Refrain] We will have uses for these things when we come