November in a rainstorm, the truest I ever heard The sound of babies in a hospital ward Oh, like a bed of rushes, they love out on the concrete floor Names, and dates, and faces I really remember anymore
We could hardly tell the difference between one year and Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding 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 even I know where I'm coming from
Sentimental tango I was just fourteen I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way across the Oh, bullied and belittled, until the sun set in the I wore my sister's black skirt, all up for Halloween
We could hardly tell the difference between the and the quiet It was the path of resistance to stage my own private riot And the walls tumbled like Babel, down 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 that even I know where I'm coming from
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she loves her more a better example of what hearts and tongues are for There is truth in arm's love, there is truth in this song There is truth in the concrete and the nails that our lives are built