oh hold the phone it s genevieve undressing silhouettes with faces that i m yet to see a shoe that waits under the dust the only faith i ll never trust our hustle s like a child possessed a singing sister made of mist and crystal pirouettes she speaks the language of my crimes she s my baker she s my mine my mine my mine she s my mine she knows what i want and it ll never do nothing s enough until everything s through the dust of desire is as heavy as a gun nothing s enough until everything s done oh operator of the tides buy me a motorcycle river and i ll ride all night like sly and driving on the right the wheel is humming jealous guy old bones pull me underground i pray to genevieve in stolen hotel dressing gowns the chain that shines beneath the rust the only faith i ll never trust my mine my mine she s my mine she knows what i want and it ll never do nothing s enough until everything s through the dust of desire is as heavy as a gun nothing s enough until everything s done to the chapel i go don t need your jesus or god i make my arrows alone to the chapel i go don t need your jesus or god genevieve is my own my mine my mine she s my mine she knows what i want and it ll never do nothing s enough until everything s through the dust of desire is as heavy as a gun nothing s enough until everything s done 