Dorothy

The other night I dreamt I was back in college
There were boys in robes and sandals
They were singing songs to Krishna
Burning candles they would trade for money
You agreed to buy one cause you felt guilty
One turned into Sr. Margaret
I said “If you can change your shape that easily
Can you take the form of my dead father?
Because I think he would’ve liked to meet my wife”
And I know for a fact he would have liked my wife

Then last night I was somewhere near Virginia
rebuking satan with ironic faithfulness”
And satan turned to me: Have you thought much about that cry?

Eloi, Eloi
Have you thought much about that cry?
Have you thought much about that cry?
Have you thought much about that cry?
Have you thought much about that cry?
Have you thought much about that cry?

Eloi, Eloi
Eloi, Eloi
Lama sabachthani
Eloi, Eloi
Eloi, Eloi
Elliot Eloi Eloi.