As the mountain hungers to be made flat br So I burn for your salvation. br br Help me to forgive the airplanes br strafing me on the skyscraper. br br The centipedes in the pillowcase br know not what they do. br br Spread open my chest with a spring-clamp br And let my heartbeat keep my time. br br These trembling hands want work. br These clapping lips want song. br br To you I lift a styrofoam cup.