oh my sacred love what have I done
the more I come to understand
the more all hopes a mere quicksand
can such a score ever be reconciled at all
can such a record be pardoned
can I ever be weighed and measured hey you
oh love sacred and be forgiven at all

oh my love what have I done to you

hey loudmouth
your files show bloodshed and ruins
your feelings god may save
your secrets lost to gamblers
they’ll cheer around your grave
hey loudmouth
your verse a screaming nightmare
your soul boy god may save
your secrets wasted to hustlers
they’re cheering on your grave
hey loudmouth
oh agonies and fires
oh ashes a deadly toll
your secrets lost to gangsters
they’ll keep cheering on love’s grave

oh my love what have I done to you oh my love just what have I done
if there you are dear providence, well, I must say I don’t appreciate you very much
and this is definitely an understatement of some sort
’cause god what have you done to my love
not in my most outrageous dreams
not in my most horrible nightmares
could I have imagined yes
such cunning
nor such punishment indeed
such bloody mistreatment and torture
n’ almost murder and slaughter
of sacred love
oh god
if you
still dare
calling this
love
if there you are providence
whose love is this anyway
and should I really be the one
to ask this:
what have I done to my sacred love

3/2007