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