"I Could Be Your Weeping Mary Magdalene" by Dawn Kinnard
Ow. It hurts.
It hurts.
leaving hurts
believing hurts
decieving hurts
but most of all
dreaming hurts
dreaming your dream
we all dream
the same dream...
Ow. it hurts.
leaving hurts.
it hurts
I have a sparrow
for a heart
beating his wings
as I depart
but there's
a castle in the sky
where the airplane's
gonna fly.
and the radio will play
dropping hints
as I emerge
to the proud and gloomy king
and I'll sing to him again
I'm going to sing to him again
and the naturalist is gone
I wore her apron in his lawn
with nothing underneath
no nikkers or panties
blue
spotted blue...
You took in the sun
chewing orange bubble-gum
I was in the castle in the sky
no supernatural desire
I could walk on coals
I could be your queen
I could be your weeping
Mary Magdalene