Soul and Cigarette

Albatross flying again, after twenty years in a cage Passes over seas, brings a ghost to his knees Feathers flocking into words on a page Now I've had faith, but I've also had doubt And I've seen you slipping slowly in the serpent's mouth On nights that never happened Flights that were abandoned Cut short like a throat, uninvited to sing As I walked in the street, where you shuffled your shoes Staring up into windows, sinking down into blues My soul and cigarette were signing a truce And it made me feel for a moment or two Like a pilgrim in the holy land Like a pilgrim in the holy land Like a pilgrim in the holy land Clapping dirt to a cloud with his hands Lost tongue, do you know where it's been Tasting poison and flesh Dragged back from death, by the calm of a breath Taking in the fortress of a lover's caress Bloodthirsty saint, with the soul of a whore Dancing in the garden where your babies were born Feels full of ferina, gentle Proserpina Weeping nightly as we cling to her storm As I walked in the street, where you shuffled your shoes Staring up into windows, sinking down into blues My soul and cigarette were signing a truce And it made me feel for a moment or two Like a pilgrim in the holy land Like a pilgrim in the holy land Like a pilgrim in the holy land Clapping dirt to a cloud with his hands