Doves

There’s a crevice in the plaster where the painting used to hang

It’s a crack that’s more painful than a whip

If I could reach inside

To where the doves abide

Then I would fall a little faster eventide

Where the doves abide

Where the doves abide

I wanna hide

Where the doves abide

Where the doves abide

Where the doves abide

I wanna hide

Where the doves abide