I broke my hand Upon a young man's Saddened face He took my hand He told me that he knows a place Where water is golden And love could be mummified I shouldn’t have sold him I shouldn’t have let him cry
I still love you I still want you I’d still kill you Do you, do you, do you?
His tears were like soldiers Marching upon his lips And when I would lick them They swallowed like licorice If I was his mother I’d keep him inside my womb If I was his sister I’d make for a strange taboo