richochet
there`s a little crouching me eyes wide open – afraid to see echoing his woman cries cracking up a bottle flies a streak of blood above the cheek the wolf has gathered all his sheep I can`t take it hiding in my sheets hiding in my sheets
richochetting off the wall piroetting in slow fall
there`s a little lying me eyes wide open – where is she? purring ‘round his drunken calf never knowing of his wrath a breath of spirits in the air I close my eyes - too much to bear and as his fingers find her tail above my shriek a ghastly wail
piroetting quite unstable richochetting off the table
there`s a little standing me eyes wide open – where is he struggeling toppled on the floor but then she bites and cries no more a taste of blood inside her cheek the wolf has misjudged all his the sheep but I can`t I still can`t take it hiding in my sheets hiding in my sheets
too much has happened, too much was seen for the living doll that I have been I can still feel the geese like as I stood there and stared so at first I was scared
ricochetting off my life piroetting in a dive
never ridding myself of the shodow we shared in the feathers of time I turned out to be scarred |
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