You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Li’l Del is walking all alone Li’l Del wants to find her way home.
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
It is impossible to distinguish when, but I think My loss of faith coincided with your arrival
Smoother violence fills our hearts like charming splinters. The irony is I am the first of my women
There are no clocks inside this house. The walls are quiet, the windows loud.
Your tea in the kettle, piping hot water/ No sugar, so that you can really taste the tea on your tongue
