when the time comes for marriages to endnwhen all the black gowns are called and sentnto darken doors and pay them penancenfor wishing death before their contracts endednnwhen all the black gowns are hiringnart does the sufferingnthey don't see the beauty on the power wiresnor in an honest man in poor attirennbut i've heard of hope in faceless menni know i'll never meetni've heard of life in those who love so effortlesslynwho live forever in a state of vulnerabilitynto leave behind for those they've lovednalot of time to weepnnwhen the time comes for marriages to endnwill the world wait while we addressnwith poignancy enough to down the cry of houndsnspeaking humanly enough to free us from ourselvesnnabandonment makes for something heartfeltnand finds your ear like chimes and church bellsnsomething special will recede as something boring swellsnand finds your ear like chimes and church bells