November in a rainstorm, the truest truth I ever The sound of babies crying in a hospital Oh, like a bed of rushes, they 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 pouring whiskey, like shedding skins of lovers And, I grew up with magic; free and wild as 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 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 wore my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for
We could tell the difference between the shouting and the quiet It was the path of least resistance to stage my own private And the walls like Babel, down around my feet Rhyme in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete
I'm the that bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon I'm not sure that even I where I'm coming from
For a who loves her words, yeah, she loves her silence more Found a better example of what and tongues are for is truth in your arm's love, there is truth in this song There is truth in the and the nails that our lives are built upon