November in a rainstorm, the truth I ever heard The sound of crying in a hospital ward Oh, a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the concrete floor Names, and dates, and faces I can't remember anymore
We could hardly tell the between one year and another Sun like whiskey, snow like shedding skins of lovers And, I grew up magic; free and wild as bindweed Pushing for the boundary, pushing the edges of the concrete
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip the Rubicon And I'm not sure that I know where I'm coming from
Sentimental when I was just fourteen I could hear Astaire and tap their way across the screen Oh, and belittled, until the sun set in the concrete I wore my sister's skirt, all dressed up for Halloween
We could hardly tell the between the shouting and the quiet It was the path of least resistance to stage my own private And the walls tumbled like Babel, around my feet Rhyme came in deliverance through the wreckage and the concrete
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip the Rubicon I'm not sure 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 There is truth in your arm's love, there is in this song There is truth in the and the nails that our lives are built upon