and after we’ve had Christmas time
share with me your Easter blood
it’s what I need to walk the line
between myself and brotherhood
we’ll put away old ticking time
here is what is in our hands
this daily cup of yours and mine
of this, how many understand?
for we’ve heard many sermons
and most of them sincere
but what is with this pie-filled sky
when living happens here?
but let us share our bread and wine
call on me, I’ll come to you
I love you darling, you’re my line
I see your face, it pulls me through