Seems like you are asking all the oxygen to leave the room
inviting all the filthy stories in
to sit here by the fire with you
watch you burn your hands
and all the pages from the book of Mormon that she gave to you

just like all the other girls she's gone back home
to be somebody's all in all
fourth in a line
I wonder how she'd feel about me really
were she allowed to feel at all

how is it that you came to pass my way
and we would watch the world decay
and smile about it briefly and you'd pray
and shake my hand
a little mountain made of clay
with a cousin who was gay
and you told me that's OK
and I could see you really thought that that was true
no matter what the prophets threw
at you

sounds like you are asking all the airoplanes to leave the sky at once
everybody should stay home
the heavy fog round every barking dog you ever heard
is sinking low into the ground
none of us have found a thing to say about the matter
there's angels in the patter of her speech
in every god damn word

how is it that you came to pass my way
and we would watch the world decay
and smile about it briefly and you'd pray
and shake my hand
a little mountain made of clay
with a cousin who was gay
and you told me that's OK
and I could see you really thought that that was true
no matter what the prophets threw
at you

I could see you really thought that that was true
no matter what the prophets threw
at you

Seems like you are asking all the oxygen to leave the room
inviting all the filthy stories in
to sit here by the fire with you
watch you burn your hands
and all the pages from the book of Mormon that she gave to you