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