From the recordings MIX TAPE I and These American Hearts (2014)


These wine weary eyes
too homeless to hide
the crosses that mark where we used to ride
Her empty womb
like a tomb engraved
with the heart of a lover she thought she could save

Go on Save Me the trouble
Come on Save Me the trouble

I'm anchored to an angel
I'm a story untold
When every word that she writes glitters like gold.