My sick cat listens to my heart
She puts her ear against it
And falls asleep dreaming
Of whatever's going on
In those four chambers
Even when I reach for my coffee
She doesn't stir but cleaves
To that dark rhythm
Like its her religion
Do not fear the lord is near
She keeps repeating in my ear
A new religion of the heart
We listen to coming toward us
But still a long way off
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