The Church - Shadow cabinet

Now chased by the shapes of your vowels Look at the things she allows Junction fever must have closed down the rail The gluttonous wind keeps on nibbling the sail Queuing in the ruins in the wake of the gale It's harmony I say Here the difference between close and near The way oaths and oafs interfere Bliss comes first as a jangling flood Pillow from the old country arrives with a thud That night she drinks ceremony and mud It's happening I say Must be thirsty, drink, drink, sink, forget Must be empty inside the shadow cabinet She offered her chaos to me Proffered herself languidly The eldritch bitch must have muddled her spells Tinges of Persia, I hope that it sells Chemical nuptials and ringing the bells It's heavenly I say Then one winter morning you walk through the trees But they cut them all down for the factories Made this pretty cabinet and gave you the keys It's hardly used I think