Letra da Música Pet Politics de Silver Jews

Guard my bed
while the rain turns the ditches to mirrors
by a vase of carnations from central Ohio
where the looking machine can't here us

Deep in the night we dream of positions
there's a line for the phone in the hall
and in the cold places where Spanish is spoken
most wars end in the fall

You never know where your pet will go
pet politics (x4)

Still wearing last nights' mascara
now that her pet was gone for sure
she was shivering so hard
it looked like there were two of her

I could see through the sleeve of her blouse
the plans of her architect lover
a tattoo of a boarded-up house
and ink door that belonged to another

When the rain hits you
it hits you slow
stitch after stitch (x4)

Adam was not the first man 'though the Bible tells us so
There was one created before him, whose name we do not know
He also lived in the garden
but he had no mouth or eyes
One day Adam came to kill him
and he died beneath these skies

I find it so amazing how
I go where I'm led (x4)

I suspect we could be losing now
please guard my bed
please guard my bed
please guard my bed
please guard my bed