The Green Pajamas

Shame


It's in the movement in the fog
Disappears in synagogues
It's in the clip of someone's gun
It's in the hands that shot someone

When the sun goes down
And collects the day
The Wailing Wall is flowing over with shame
When the sun goes down
Connects the day
With something under
That's rising over the flame
The shame
The shame

It's in the sadness in the air
It's in the braid of her woven hair
It's in the eyes of a hurricane
It's in the air flow over sugar cane
It's in the level of the sea
It's in the devil in you and me

It's in the level of the sea
It's in the devil in you and me
It's in the bands of baker's clay
It's in the bones so deep it can't escape
It's in the movement of our faith
It's in the tabloids in our face

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Eric Lichter © 2006