Where the two fault lines meet Hung from a tree upside down Blood rushing to my head Trying to feed myself
Can I worship your body? Live inside your skin? With one hand tight round your heart Sleeping inside your womb Claw marks all over my back Blood rushing to my head
A grave, grave of your own Sing me a homecoming tale When do you show your face? Is it in the trees looking down? Roots wrap around our songs and plant seeds. I'll write this down in the morning I did what you asked me. Now I'm not sure that you ever spoke to me at all, Scenes of deep red, green fields and I'm home again But I'm still confused.