gaywizard69:

Sadie – Joanna Newsom

And all day long we talk about mercy:
lead me to water lord, I sure am thirsty
Down in the ditch where I nearly served you
up in the clouds where he almost heard you

And all that we built
and all that we breathed,
and all that we spilt, or pulled up like weeds
is piled up in back;
and it burns irrevocably.

(and we spoke up in turns,
‘till the silence crept over me)