Kiss a velvet dollnstrung high on the wallnoak and pinenmahogany minenthe eyes of mercy they are thinennWe look for the better angels of our naturenwe look in vainnspeak truthncost as it maynevery seeking a narrower waynever weaknhowever strongnthey are most beautiful before they're gonennWhitewashedngiven foothold and licensenyou snuck in here on a folk songntry yourselfndo somethingnrise from the ground like a flowernprove to benbe found to bennWhat does the lord requirento do justlynto love mercynto walk humbly on his groundnhe does set straight with a glancenguilt washed down in weepingnnDon't come around my dreams no morenwith a fist full of stickncome in the smile of Elijahnhe is the lord and healer of the sicknnLes absents ont toujours tortnles absents ont toujours tort