Peasants

I've been praying on my knees And my eyes are dirty pages on the street And that bee sting on your heart Won't stop the rain from coming down Tonight, in this house, we drown As I watch the stars align And I keep the moon by my side And as the fever starts to break I'll dig a hole for you And it would bury us While we turn into dust On the white wings of God On the white wings of God On the white wings of God On the white wings of God Well, I've been digging up the bones And your body is a dirty ant hill on the lawn And I swear to God You are my iron light And I am your dark tonight, tonight As I watch the stars align And I keep the moon by my side And as the fever starts to break I'll dig a hole for you And it would bury us And we'll turn into dust On the white wings of God On the white wings of God On the white wings of God On the white wings of God On the white wings of God On the white wings of God On the white wings of God On the white wings of God