Our Lady Of Lourdes

There’s a row of houses
Baptized by mediatrix
Designed for the deaf
But the water has no effect
A door left open
For a man who was smoking
The light hit his forehead
Another figure in the shade
Waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words with their mouths
Waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words, shaping the words
There’s a Sunday Social
To stare off the silence
The soldier and the shell
Staring for the church’s bell
At twenty past six
There’s a Mass for the mute
And who doesn’t need the solace
Before a week’s worth of strife?
Waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words with their mouths
Waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words, shaping the words
Our Lady of Lourdes
Your lips distract me
Waving their hands like wands
Shaping the words with their mouths
Waving their hands like wands
Your lips distract me