Verse
When we were small
Our teeth came out
And they fell through the floorboards
Down to the black garden
Growing up under our houses
Each day we waited in vain
For those ivory seeds to pop up-to pop up
And you said
“a watched pot is an old fucking bitch to boil”
Chorus
You too said patience, patience
You just sit still there under the apple tree
For soon desire will burn less
To see everything change
While patience inside you has grown
Verse
When we were small
Our pricks grew hard
And our balls blue and buxom
Wet in the morning
We would wake up to discover
Each day we waited in vain
For those pretty straight boys
To want us-to touch us
And you said
“A bird in the hand now will do til you can woo all the birds from the bush”
Chorus
You too said patience, patience my dear
Won’t you sit still there
Under the apple tree
For soon desire will burn less
To see everything change
While patience inside you has grown
While patience inside you has grown
Bridge
Like moss on the rock
Like height on the hawk
Like speed for the wheel
Like zeal for the real
Verse
When we were small
Our truth shone bright
As the old Junebug's lantern
But rattling the belfry
How dutifully worked we to darken
And each day we waited in vain to feel joy
Underneath our bushel-our bushel
Then you said
“Sunshine never weeps for the drought nor the burn”
Chorus
You then said courage, courage my dear
Soon you’ll rise up
Set forth from that apple tree
Knowing desire is what’s god
Meaning god is desire to be
Just to be just to be
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