Marriage

Marriage
Just coming into where i store my hair
just in the rift of golden brown
opening up a hole of light
the swallowing epic as we fuse
no children that sigh
though listening we hear them
So we die
who has the blues
not i
Check him in another day
and stand him in the new way
you and me sister
need to hang on to a bigger day
closer to joining
closer to death
clear the streets for us
See if they have any water
in that house down the road
and i will wait here for you
and watch the women roll by
and if you don't come back soon
i'll pass out right here and die
And so i die
who has the blues
not i