Mourning jezebel

i am mourning jezebel slowly | i am mourning jezebel slowly

i’ve got plans for the next break of day

i have all the joy of passion – i am locked in the cellar

counting the days until my escape

and the crow rings his bell

stooped over the rain barrel – catching the rays of the moon in his eyes

but i’ve got a mission & i won’t regret

& now i am mourning jezebel - & her daughter, the daybreak

i am reaching for jezebel slowly – to ask her to wake

i have all the joy of a newly fledged bird

all the promise of a freshly minted penny

i am locked in the cellar – counting the days