August Sunwoman

She's in the places that are too far out Filthy fingers to touch She's in the way my heart races When the room is thick with, sweat and musk I couldn't find her in the citadel Or where the people raise their hands Or in a cathedral full of sacraments And undead saints of the promised lands Cause she walks in the night time Wakes me up with a divine kiss Those instincts that eat our insides Are not her wasting a single dime I don't give a damn if you're a believer Or an addict looking for reprise Or a soldier shooting at the enemy Through blinded, clouded eyes Or a girl that's freshly 17 Who runs with her hair undone All I know is that the mother's here In the blistering, August sun She's missing out on the traditional meal To plot her next aggressive love She's kissin' all the sinners and their filthy hands Just waiting to get 'em a shove She's in the mountains sleeping naked, green Her fists clenched in an angry war She's high and mighty royalty And she'll always be a whore I love her, I love her, I know I do Her breath, it smells like dirt Her secret's hide and she takes pride In the beauty underneath her shirt I don't give a damn if you're a Catholic Or a hungry running from strife Or a rich and a pig with a cocaine in your wig That you try to hide from your wife Or a boy whose world was turned upside down By a force he couldn't describe All I know is she's here in the guilt, in the fear In the blistering, August sun