She rises early from bed, runs to the mirror The bruises inflicted in moments of fury He kneels beside her once more, whispers of promise "Next time I will break every bone in your body" And the well-wishers let the devil in And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening
As the card players steal their hands from the bottom of the deck Row upon row of feudal houses blown away Medicine for the popular complaint
When the poets dreamed of angels, what did they see? History lined up in a flash on their backs When the poets dreamed of angels, what did they see? The Bishops and knights well placed to attack