How many a moon will it take

To make a forever lover of a stranger?

And if I were to win for you the skin of a timbered snake

Would you consider me your comfort in danger?

You could drape it over your jewelry

You could wear me like a ring

You'd be the mercy under my cruelty

My revelation, bloodshed free

Do you wanna get married at the Cherokee Cemetery?

Where the blue grass creeps over deep decades of devotion

Warm underneath the frost

We can build a home in a bush of azaleas

Dress it up in true morale paraphernalia

You'll never be alone in your bad dreams

Because together we could never be lost

I got a weird relationship with everyone that I know

And I'm dry heaving half minded ideas into a black abyss

Sometimes I feel so empty and low

But your eyes prescribe a meaning for everything I do

I even find myself believing most of the words I say as true

Do you wanna get married at the Cherokee Cemetery?

Where the blue grass creeps over deep decades of devotion

Warm underneath the frost

We can build a home in a bush of azaleas

Dress it up in true morale paraphernalia

You'll never be alone in your bad dreams

(Bad dreams, you never get away)

Because together we could never be lost

We can be defined by the things we want

I'll be a life full of free haircuts from the one that I love

We'll collect fallen out teeth in a candy jar

Mice for the backyard peregrine falcon reservation

Drive to the sea, settle more free

Teach a little baby to pray to her favourite star

Coo-ca-choo, mama loves you

Welcome to the world, wonderfully bizarre