Fiery Burning Monks
Thomas Bartlett, David Stith
The vents are humming like monks
Wreathing incense over
Two statues in a stone sedan
AC coming on
I put you there
You're a vision in my blood
To keep you there
You're a vision in my blood
After the fireworks fell
And we set off home
My hand smoothed your hair
Just to say hello
Heaven waves
Sighing through the night
Hello"
