(by Claire Cronin)

G C / G / D / G / x2
Am / D / Am / D /

Snakes for angels, won’t forget you
ever-knowing, ever-fretful
Every time you raise your hand to
pull some burning thought to steer you

I have seen you with your head down
Are you praying to the background?
That’s where I am — on that detail
next to zero, where the mind fails

You mistook me for a sunrise
Snakes for angels, coal for gold mines
What’s the difference: air or water?
God the son or God the daughter?

I have heard you speaking backwards
How your crying sounds like laughter
In the long shade of your bedroom
with your new name and your white suit