Memphis

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Twenty naked women painted on the ceiling Even inclement weather has style in this town Mirroring my feelings, this ornate oracle Elements of stories Evidence of miracles On the table by the door [Verse 2] Who am I gonna pray to, what trickster of a god As I lift mine eyes unto the hills and try and lift the logic From androgynistic lust not noticing the rust Trusting in the miracle Or try to manifest a miracle Oh, with a sparerib in my hand [Verse 3] One more naked woman painted in a corner Soft skin of Memphis moonlight, cryptic letters on the door Grateful to what deity has given me my voice And left me speechless Turned a salty pillar By a burning bush [Verse 4] Who am I gonna pray to, what trickster of a god? As I lift mine eyes unto the hills and try and lift disguises From androgynistic lust trying not to notice You did not stay 'til morning To manifest a miracle Ribs and burning bush Soft skin of Memphis moonlight Painted on the ceiling and the table by the door