November in a rainstorm, the truest truth I heard The sound of babies in a hospital ward 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 the difference between one year and another Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding skins of 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 round-trip the Rubicon And I'm not sure that even I know where I'm from
Sentimental tango when I was just 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 skirt, all dressed up for Halloween
We could hardly tell the difference between the shouting and the It was the path of least resistance to my own private riot And the walls like Babel, down around my feet Rhyme came in rising through the wreckage and the concrete
I'm the that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon I'm not sure even I know where I'm coming from
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she loves her more Found a better example of what hearts and are for There is truth in your arm's love, there is truth in song There is truth in the concrete and the nails that our are built upon