The distance between my skin and Alice

The space between my lips and her lips

My body's desire to be the lake

That it's laying beside

My body was designed to drink

The water from your eyes

The distance between my skin and Alice

We watched a golden

Corkscrew pop the top off

And send a snake curling out of my head

I learned to love peeling onions

To wring the water from my eyes

The distance between my skin and Alice

I had a conversation

With a bag of your hair

My rose of Sharon burning

In the dry air

My body's desire to be the lake

That it's laying beside

My body was designed to drink

The water from your eyes

There's no propaganda in Heaven

And no more grieving

You dug a tunnel to your freedom

From the water from my eyes

A river weeping

But I'll drink to you

To the mole that killed the king

All god's money can't repay you

To the mole that killed the king

Oh, I'll drink to you

To the mole that killed the king

All god's money can't repay you

To the mole that killed the king