When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed,
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
Some clichty folks don't know the facts,
The night has been long, The wound has been deep,
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies,
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies,
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed,
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
Some clichty folks don't know the facts,
The night has been long, The wound has been deep,
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies,
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies,
I've got the children to tend The clothes to mend
I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the