From the recording Holy Fallout
Just sit there right now.
Don’t do a thing.
For your separation from love
is the hardest work in this world
that a girl could ever do.
Let me bring you trays of food
and something you like to drink too.
At night if I feel divine loneliness
I tear down the doors of Love’s residence
and wrestle God to the floor.
Our hearts should do that more.
But for now, don’t do a thing.
For your separation from love is the hardest.
You can use my soft words as a cushion for your head.