Pet Politics (Silver Jews Cover) Lyrics

guard my bed

while the rain turns the ditches to mirrors.

buy a vase of carnations

from central ohio where the looking machine can't hear us.

deep in the night we dream of positions

there's a line for the phone in the hall

and in the cold places where spanish is spoken,

most wars end in the fall.

you never know when your pet will go.

pet politics



still wearing last night's mascara

now that her pet was gone for sure.

she was shivering so hard,

it looked like there were two of her.

i can see through the sleeve on her blouse

the mute plans of her architect lover.

a tattoo of a boarded up house,

an ink door that belonged to another.

when the rain hits you, it hits you slow.

stitch after stitch.

stitch after stitch.



adam was not the first man,

though the bible tells us so.

there was one created before him

whose name we do not know.

he also lived in the garden,

but he had no mouth or eyes.

one day adam came to kill him

and he died beneath these skies.

i find it so amazing how

i go where i'm lead.

i go where i'm lead.

i go where i'm lead.

i go where i'm lead.



i suspect we could be losing now.

please guard my bed.

please guard my bed.