November in a rainstorm, the truest I ever heard The sound of crying in a hospital ward Oh, like a bed of rushes, spread love out on the concrete floor Names, and dates, and faces I can't remember anymore
We could hardly tell the difference between one and another Sun like pouring whiskey, like shedding skins of lovers And, I grew up with magic; free and as bindweed for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the concrete
I'm the girl that bought a cross the Rubicon And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm from
tango when I was just fourteen I could Astaire 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 tell the difference between the shouting and the quiet It was the path of least to stage my own private riot And the walls tumbled like Babel, down my feet Rhyme came in deliverance rising through the and the concrete
I'm the girl that bought a cross the Rubicon I'm not sure that even I know I'm coming from
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she loves her silence Found a better example of hearts and tongues are for There is truth in your arm's love, is truth in this song There is truth in the concrete and the nails our lives are built upon