Hope is a human, a wise undoing Says "you'll get through this, baby" I've been crying to laugh these days Hope's got a gentle gaze, and she's been painting me In new light; a blessed child A body wild and free A figure fit to carry me I stand her last disciple Unfit to cycle through the throes of loving someone So when I least expect it Hope and her gentleness sneak up behind me Stand in moonlight, yells back "the water's fine" Her body wild and free; a figure fit to carry me Yes hope's the whore I go to She walks me through it all Wise cracks and smacks me down Right to the bed that I had lain there with you Screws her own gentleness and leaves me wide eyed, guessing For she's a sworn off angel In all her carelessness she'll leave you blistering And high, as if recycled A faithful know it all; a creature basking in the New light; a blessed child A body wild and free; a figure fit to carry me Yes, hope sure is a human She's warm and glistening, I climb into her skin See in light a blessed child, a body wild and free A figure fit to carry me