[Verse 1] Corner booth always full Counter line holds its place Cups stirred, voices lowered Talk of her tail, her frames [Chorus] Ponytail and glasses, bound as one The whole I built my quiet faith upon Watch them move as a single line Call the pairing holy, call it mine [Verse 2] Owner says, you're bare today Trying lenses, she replies Feels like private blasphemy Faith itself should not allow [Chorus] Ponytail and glasses, bound as one The whole I built my quiet faith upon Watch them move as a single line Call the pairing holy, call it mine [Bridge] She turns to reach the shelf A line along her jaw cuts through Ponytail keeps its slow arc Sharp against soft, both of them true Is this the proportion they call divine Balance no altar taught me to expect Knelt for lens and length alone Now feel a heretic's fire I can't reject [Final Chorus] Ponytail and glasses, still the one Still the shape I built my faith upon Something shifted when the glasses were gone Don't know now what my faith stands on Could the tail alone have been the whole Glasses were supposed to be divine Why do I still watch her reach to find The case she keeps inside her apron line
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