Been five years since I said
for better or for worse,
and two years since the fields have born
anything but dirt.
How can love stay green
when the fields won’t do the same?
We were worn out as the ground,
the day the dust storm came.
I ran for the shelter,
you met me down inside.
Forced so close together
after all this time,
it was not fear I felt,
though my heart pounded with the door.
Your eyes met mine like lightning.
You pulled me to the floor.
And your lips
felt like forgiveness.
And your hands
went smooth for all their roughness.
As the world ended above
we made love,
as the Holy Carpenter tried to pull
the grain out the land.
Honey, kiss me now before
the Lord decides
we could use a sand.
The wind it whipped and battered,
took the red right off the barn.
It didn’t even matter
as you held me in your arms.
You polished me smooth,
took the blush right off my skin.
No use being shy,
I was once your shelter every night.
And your lips
felt like forgiveness
And your hands
went smooth for all their roughness.
As the world ended above
we made love
as the Holy Carpenter tried to pull
the grain out the land.
Honey, kiss me now before
the Lord decides
we could use a sand.
The dust it settled down,
the sky went blue above us,
but we stayed underground
re-becoming lovers.
It took a storm so wild
to bury us alive,
bury us alive
and bring us back to life.
And your lips
felt like forgiveness.
And your hands
went smooth for all their roughness.
As the world ended above,
we made love.
As the Holy Carpenter tried to pull
the grain out the land.
Honey, kiss me now before
the Lord decides
we could use a sand.
