It Was Love That Laid Us Low

I dreamt of a russian doll bride
Who spun on the points of her feet
Like a child
But I had the terminal pride of an older man
There's a passover cross on the post
But the angel descends in the shape of a crow
Buries its beak in our unfused bones
Like it's okay
Like a moth goes sad and soft
In the streetlights' umbilical glow
It was love that laid us low
I worked out of town after dark
With apocryphal men in a cold weather mask
I guess she did best to do part
In the dark night of the soul
By nature you're mild and you're meek
But they say that
You're judged by the company you keep
Merit is spitting out salt
When you speak like it's okay
Like a moth goes sad and soft
In the streetlight's umbilical glow
Like a pilgrim father kneels
In a land where his god doesn't go
Like every seed in the sycamore tree
Will turn its back on its home
It was love that laid us low
It was love that laid us low