Like Jacob on the Hill

A lightning bolt in my abdomen,

On the neck of her guitar, the ocean dries. Time to retire Mr. Dragoman,

Beauty don't belong to the sky.

She plays guitar in her silk bra,

I play the stars like they are dullards.

I wanna' wrestle with these years, I wanna' ache each moment, Like Jacob on the hill.

Be my opponent, angel.

A lightning bolt on the anchorage,

Where she gathers up the pieces of my boat. The open sea's just a waste of courage, Immensities are in her throat.

She plays by all the right rules,

I play the stars like they are fools.

I wanna' wrestle with these years, I wanna' ache each moment, Like Jacob on the hill.

Be my opponent, angel.