As you smoke

A theatre with God as the headline
you see him in all of his divine
and as you smoke he crosses his legs
and giant flowers spring from his neck
as you smoke he crosses his legs
and turns away

A garden of lost myopic dreams
is burning and tearing at the seams
and as it burns you pray for rain
now's the time you stake your claim
as it tears you pray for rain
and fade away

The evening is for your old laments
you free them from secret parapets
and as they waltz down through the air
you feel again there's something there
as they waltz down through the air
they're blown away