She keeps a bottle hanging like religion   Right underneath the bed   She pours it in the sheets and vents   Combats the awful things we did      Snakes and plagues and her former slaves   are rising from the dead   She grinds her heels as we bottom out   The horrible years we were fed      And as the lights double back again   We curse the man who invented them      I see a little bit of you in everything   Blowing up like Jerusalem in me   How I'm in love with everything   The girl with the golden back      Give me love in a telescope   and beat your heart like a marching band   Oh I could bludgeon it   or bottle it   or beat it back to bed      But bleeding bleeds much safer streets   So pick up that bandaged dress   and put the polish down   and leave the crooked ground   You look infinite at best      And as time gives god a rest   We better bind our better halves      I store a little bit of heaven everywhere   Even with the cabinets so dirty and bare   How I'm in love with everything   The girl with the golden back