Casimir Pulaski Day (Demo) Sufjan Stevens

Goldenrod and the 4H stone
The things I brought you when I found out
You had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car into the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning, through the window shade
With the light pressed up against your shoulderblade
I could see what you were reading

All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the Bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at your mother's house
In the living room when you touched my neck
And I touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared