The Golden Calf (In a Box III Version)

As they danced around

The golden calf, your spinning gown

Showed all the hungry boys in town

What they had missed

They heard that you had found

The echoes of that holy sound

Which God had spat into the ground

That he had kissed

Your soul was tearing and a thread

Was dragged behind you as you fled

Into the shadows of the bed

In which you hid

And as the whispers spread

Their color darkened to a red

And that stained all you ever said

With what you did

But then I met you one night through a trick of the light

A thousand lifetimes ago

I held your face in my hands, and I traced

Every line you never wanted to show

'Cause I know

We are the children that never let go

We are the children that never let go

As they poured across

The borders of your dress, they crossed

Into the layer of the frost

Around your name

And every one of them was lost

Between the hammer and the cross

That you labeled and then tossed

Into the flame

You know I never meant to try

To teach you anything, but my

Commandments smashed when I collided

With your hips

And who was I to dare

To love you or to interfere

With all the scars that you declared

Across your lips

But then I met you one day through a crack in the pavement

A thousand silences old

I pulled your chest to my hand, and I pressed

Every crest that was covered in snow

'Cause I know

We are the children that never let go

We are the children that never let go

We are the children that never let go

I was forced to scavenge

Through the rotting crates and salvage

That was broken down and ravaged

By the sea

And as we stepped outside

We saw the calf, and then a tide

Of moonlight hit its golden hide

And it was me