John My Beloved (iPhone Demo) - Sufjan Stevens

Are we to speak first day of the week

Stumbling words at the bar

Beauty blue eyes my order of fries

Long Island kindness and wine

Beloved of John I get it all wrong

I read you for some kind of storm

You covered in lines the fossils I find

Have they no life of their own

So can we pretend sweetly

Before the mystery ends

I am a man with a heart that offends

With its lonely and greedy demands

There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

Such a waste your beautiful face

Stumbling carpet arise

If history speaks with case of my teeth

I'm painting the hills blue and red

They said beware Lord hear my prayer

I've knowing to have off on your head

So can we be friends sweetly

Before the mystery ends

I love you more than the world can contain

In its lonely and ramshackle head

There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead

You holding my breath

My tongue on your chest

What can be said of my heart

If history speaks the kiss on my cheek

Where there remains but a mark

Beloved my John so I'll carry on

Counting my cards down to one

And when I am dead return to the bed

My fossil is bright in the sun