November in a rainstorm, the truth I ever heard The sound of babies in a hospital ward Oh, like a bed of rushes, spread love out on the concrete floor Names, and dates, and faces I really can't anymore
We could hardly tell the difference between one year and Sun like pouring whiskey, like shedding skins of lovers And, I grew up with magic; free and wild as Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the edges of the
I'm the girl that a round-trip cross the Rubicon And I'm not sure that even I know I'm coming from
Sentimental when I was just fourteen I hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the screen Oh, bullied and belittled, the sun set in the concrete I my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for Halloween
We could hardly tell the 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 girl that bought a round-trip cross the I'm not sure that even I know where I'm coming
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 love, there is truth in this song There is truth in the concrete and the that our lives are built upon