Everything I see is sacred
Five point zero holds a spoil
Mother Mary, rearrange me
Help to climb through salt and soil
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Golden
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Golden
I weave myself into that needle's eye
With all you weak willed creatures
I make my bed across the lion's teeth tonight
Come all you queers and dirt preachers
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Golden
Twist your fingers
Called you a star
Twist your fingers
Holy one
Golden
Come all you to my arms
Asking for nothing, asking for anything
Come all you to my arms
Asking for something, asking for anything
Come all you hungry children to my arms
Searching for something, searching for anything
Come all you hungry children to my arms
Asking for nothing, asking for anything
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