You scuffed your sunday shoes when you leapt the fence
to chase the wolves from your baby sister.
Who was eating dirt in the flowerbed
near the house where your mother hung her head
and wept for the lord to fill her up like
buttermilk pancakes at sunday brunch.
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the town was swept away in oceans of praise
with talk about how we're headed home.
and how we'll all be held in the arms of
the most selfless love
and the good that we have done is already written down
and we shall all become a phenomenon.
you scuffed your sunday shoes when you leapt the fence
to save your sister from those hungry wolves,
but you fell the wrong way, yeah you broke your leg
and now the animals are turning their heads, they're turning
no, now they're turning back. they're turning back.
to take you to their den and lick your bones,
to take you down to their home and kiss all on your bones
but don't be afraid to go with them,
don't be afraid to be carried home.
the sky, it will open up, it will swallow you whole
but don't worry my love; it will feel so nice on your soul.
so nice on your soul.
and you will be laid to rest by gentle hands.
and you will be sorely missed by your mother and your father and you,
you, you will become your most favorite color,
you, you will become your most favorite color
like the dinosaurs, discovered, then laid to rest.
like the dinosaurs, puzzled over, then laid to rest.
like the dinosaurs, pieced back together, and laid to rest,
so don't you fret for your baby sister now.