I heard that god was coming back
To be a gorgeous model
With hair so dark and black
Strung out on a bed in a motel
But when she sings, she sings like an angle
So don’t bother to tell her the words, ‘cause they never mattered

She walks the streets alone
Followed by strangers
The cold chills her to the bones
So close to all her danger
But when she realizes all the things that are wrong
Don’t bother to tell her your thoughts; they’re in the words of her songs

I think once I met her
On a barstool in a dirty town
She said she her share of anger
She was sick of being down
Asked me for a light as she held something to her mouth
I won’t bother to say what I really felt

I heard god was sleeping
For all of next summer
She said she wasn’t dreaming
So please don’t bother her
But when she holds you in her arms, she’s like a dream and then there goes your alarm
Don’t bother waking up; you won’t love what you find in your arms

She said just try to be happy
As she held my hand in one hand and a drink in another
Her eyes were fire, and her heart was pounding rapidly
She said there is love in one another
So take off your hearts sleeves
And sing your dreams; they are all I have left
To tell you to believe

I hear god was going home
To sleep for the winter
Said she had spent too much time on the phone
Just trying not to answer

Hold on to your heart
You never know who
Will tear it apart

And maybe I will dance with her
And hold her close
God is what you make of her
She dances with ghosts