Corsicana Clip

Riding you down
Up the backstairs
Skip a line, walking wound of mine
As big as your fist
Who gave you such a heart
Such a heart as this
Spread out on the ground
Corsicana clip
Corsicana slip
All around your lips
The spool has spun, unwound

In the hollow of His hand
Delicate listener
My tethered giver
My burning lampstand

Oh I must be off, off your rock
I set my teeth in spite of hand
I've got a chalk-man's chance
To bed him down
To stop his clock
Be a proverb to me
Quiet, like a feather
Seven hundred pound hold
And buck rein tight
Just as dangerous
With my free hand tonight
From a slag of iron
All drawn out, all such animals do sound
The baal-room belle found
Stoved in, gutted down

From the hollow of His hand
Delicate listener
My tethered giver
Mercy the demand
In the hollow of Your hand
My tethered giver
My burning lamp-light stand

I leave her
The looking through
I leave her
In the far fetched window
Clean liver, right believer baby
You know that he is near
He has set his golden face
Hey, cold shoulder
Hey bread winner
Wishful in my ear
Hackamore whistler
Cold shoulder
In the far fetched window
High above the praises of the people
High above the praises of the people
Unapproachable light!
Unapproachable light!
Come here!
Come here!