November in a rainstorm, the truth I ever heard The sound of babies crying in a hospital Oh, like a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the floor Names, and dates, and faces I really can't remember
We could hardly tell the difference one year and another Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like skins of lovers And, I grew up with magic; free and as bindweed Pushing for the boundary, through the edges of the concrete
I'm the girl that a round-trip cross the Rubicon And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming
Sentimental tango when I was fourteen I could hear and Rogers tap their way across the screen Oh, bullied and belittled, the sun set in the concrete I wore my sister's black skirt, all up for Halloween
We could hardly the difference between the shouting and the quiet It was the of least resistance to stage my own private riot And the walls tumbled like Babel, down around my Rhyme in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete
I'm the that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon I'm not that even I know where I'm coming from
For a who loves her words, yeah, she loves her silence more Found a example of what hearts and tongues are for is truth in your arm's love, there is truth in this song There is truth in the and the nails that our lives are built upon