Pet Politics - Silver Jews

Guard my bed

While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors

Buy a vase of carnations from central Ohio

Where the looking machine can’t hear us

Deep in the night, we dream of positions

There’s a line for the phone in the hall

And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken

Most wars end in the fall

You never know

When your pet will go

Pet politics

Pet politics

Pet politics

Pet politics

Still wearin' last night’s mascara

Now that her pet was gone for sure

She was shiverin' so hard

It looked like there were two of her

I could see through the sleeve on her blouse

The plans of her architect lover

A tattoo of a boarded-up house

And ink door that belonged to another

When the rain hits you

It hits you slow

Stitch after stitch

Stitch after stitch

Stitch after stitch

Stitch after stitch

Adam was not the first man

Though the Bible tells us so

There was one created before him

Whose name we do not know

He also lived in the garden

But he had no mouth or eyes

One day, Adam came to kill him

And he died beneath these skies

I find it so amazing how

I go where I’m led

I go where I’m led

I go where I’m led

I go where I’m led

I suspect we could be losing now

Please guard my bed

Please guard my bed

Please guard my bed

Please guard my bed