I am the reader in the church. nI am the silver in the birch. nYou talk of post then raid the past. And set the record spinning fast.nA perfect cast across the stream nthat flows through your recurring dream. nnSave only hopes and little jokes and collapse away. nThat building collapsed the other day. I'm the believer in the book. nA point of light. nAfraid to look at what you drew me on the bed. nOur form becoming line instead. nI spin it fast across the lake. nAnd sing the lament at the wake. nnSave only hopes and little jokes and collapse the way that building collapsed the other day. nOh baby, noh my baby. nOh baby, noh my love. nMy baby, noh my baby. nMy baby, noh my god.nn n