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God is not a contract or a guy God is an unspecified tide You cannot time its tables It sets no glass or gables God is a lusty tire fire Its bristles scrape and strike the stage A rock, paper, scissors' rage Have mercy on the natural world My voice is not the liquid waves The perfect rings around a heron's legs My voice is straight garroting wire A stolen mile of fingerprints Peeled the quiet from the dunes Captured and re-spooled as ruin to be used At a different time My voice is a fracture For shinbone's lust Pounding barefoot ground It lifts you up and sits you just Just at sorrow's waterline I drape you on tomorrow's plate Fair as metal, marrow spilling Not yours but mine I'm an agent of the natural world Letras de canciones Don't you tell me I didn't warn you That that's some gravity you ought not to play with Don't you tell me I didn't warn you That that's some gravity you ought not to play with Nothing quite so poison as a promise Nothing quite so poison as a promise Nothing quite so poison as a promise Nothing quite so poison as a promise And me, I am not a mess I am a wilderness, yes The undiscovered continent for you to undress But you'll not be my master You're barely my guest You don't have permission to take any pictures Be careful of the natural world Nature can't amend its ways Boils along and then replays Despite heartfelt springtimes of regret The storms she still cries for days Have mercy on the natural world From Letras Mania