Soul and Cigarette

Albatross flying again, after twenty years in a cage
Passes over seas, brings a ghost to his knees
Feathers flocking into words on a page
Now I've had faith, but I've also had doubt
And I've seen you slipping slowly in the serpent's mouth
On nights that never happened
Flights that were abandoned
Cut short like a throat, uninvited to sing

As I walked in the street, where you shuffled your shoes
Staring up into windows, sinking down into blues
My soul and cigarette were signing a truce
And it made me feel for a moment or two

Like a pilgrim in the holy land
Like a pilgrim in the holy land
Like a pilgrim in the holy land
Clapping dirt to a cloud with his hands

Lost tongue, do you know where it's been
Tasting poison and flesh
Dragged back from death, by the calm of a breath
Taking in the fortress of a lover's caress
Bloodthirsty saint, with the soul of a whore
Dancing in the garden where your babies were born
Feels full of ferina, gentle Proserpina
Weeping nightly as we cling to her storm

As I walked in the street, where you shuffled your shoes
Staring up into windows, sinking down into blues
My soul and cigarette were signing a truce
And it made me feel for a moment or two

Like a pilgrim in the holy land
Like a pilgrim in the holy land
Like a pilgrim in the holy land
Clapping dirt to a cloud with his hands