Glue my beard onnRehearse my lines and entrancenCardboard stable, parents in audiencenI heard from the angel my part in the playnAnd talked to the baby asleep on the haynAnd even if it was a voice in my headnI would like to hear it againnnBut I could not keep watch over my beliefsnDressed in wool death approached while I was asleepnResting so soundly as the wolves quiet crawlednThe holy night silent did not wake me at allnAnd even as blood was spilled out in the darknAnd my eyes pried the horizon apartnYou never appeared therennBored by the years of waiting out herenFrail from defending dead faith in a fieldnMy costume crew crutch cannot hold me upnSo if you have a message transmission for usnSomething transcendent miraculous signnA blinding white roadmap in the thick of the nightnnEven if it’s just a star in the skynI would like to see it sometimenSee it sometimenBefore I dien