Me Without You - The Soviet lyrics

God is love and love is real But the dead are dancing with the dead And though all that's charming disappears All of things lovely only hurt my head As I gather stones from fields Like pearls of water on my fingers' ends And wrap them up in boxes Safe from windows, from things that break As the night-time shined Like day it saw my sorry face Hair a mess but it liked me best that way Besides, how else could I confess? When I looked down like if to pray Well I was looking down her dress Good God, please Catch for us the foxes in the vineyard, the little foxes So turn your ear, musician, to silence Because they only come out when it's quiet Their tails brushing over your eyelids Oh wake up, sleeper, and rise from the dead Or the fur that they shed will cover your bed In a delicate orange-ish cinnamon red Ah, I don't need this I have my loves I have my doubts I don't need this