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