she's left inside the hotel room
with the drugs and the playlist and the movie too
he wants to make a world for her but he
doesn't want to hang around
his old friend the mystic is
going over sculptures
she goes through the same old warning signs
and there's always something daunting
lingering in the tarot but he
sets aside the history like he's just
killing time
and he grabs the charcoal and he
grabs the notebook but he
sketches the same devil every time
and in this land where our
savior came to save us
we cover fertile ground with a
harvest full of lies
oh, my love
oh it was a funny little thing
to be
the ones
to've seen
January, 2020
lyrics by Joanna Newsom