lovesong of the buzzard

Lyrics

in the failing light of the afternoon, lucy in the shade of the dogwood blooms, yesterday the solace of a poison fish, tomorrow i'll be kissing on her blood red lips, no one is the saviour they would like to be, the lovesong of the buzzard in the dogwood tree, with a train of horses laughing through the traffic line, and the cradle's unimaginative sense of time, springtime and the promise of an open fist, a tattoo of a flower on a broken wrist, lucy tells me jokingly to wipe her brow, with a pocket map to heaven and the sun goes down