The Choir

 

The most beautiful, the most polished, the most professional

(but I heard something through the walls)

music I've ever been a part of

(supposedly there were like six people on the bed)

no one needed to refer to us by our whole name

(had it flown in from Cininnati during tour - he's that addicted)

we were simply "The Choir"

("Aren't you still fucking her?")

and everyone was so very gracious to us

("Yeah, that's another thing I've gotta clear up before we get back.")

opening their hearts and their homes as we sang

("There's some things there you never want to see in a bathing suit.")

a colossal, collective voice like strings

(and none of this really mattered because it was)

like angels, like God, whispering

like angels, like God, whispering

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