She Held My Hand

Made a deal with the devil

Said he’d make me famous

Said he’d make me rich enough to buy my way to heaven

Sirens in my head, spiders on the ceiling

He was battered on the floor and left for dead

Danger on the tv

The sky fell on his head

I met her at a show

Her hand slipped through her hair

She listened to my story, said I’ve heard all about you

It seems she was sincere

But the conversation fled

He spoke through the prophets

Crucified for our salvation

He suffered and was buried

And on the third day He rose born again

She held my hand

Wrinkles are for thinking

Old and weak, I’ve become

This saint became a poet

But that poet wants to fly

So show me the kingdom where the angels come undone

As they marched into that rainbow river sky

Heal the wounded singer

Now he’s on his way

They were dancing to the music

In the shadow of the season

We tangoed through this sacrifice

We climbed the virgin hills

Walked straight up to the sunrise

And we never had a reason

We released the blood upon the peasant land

She held my hand

Disappear in glory, disappear the violence

Disappear that deal I made, return it to its silence