Doves, enter doves
Go, flood the aisles

With wings like water in the light
Shake oceans from the painted glass

Spear these doubts
Of your arrival

I pirouette, I pose, I bow
For candles I lit for myself
I arch my back, I spread my arms
I make a rapture out of

Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting

Doves, enter doves
Swarm, floor to bells

Bring down the Sun in your mouths
Melt the angels

I drag my nails on blackened stone
I scratch my name in crooked rows
Trade sweat for wax and tears for smoke
I make a rapture out of

Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting

Doves
Doves
Doves
Doves