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.