Even in an evening gown you always got your sleeves rolled

All the way down

Messages you wrote were to be read alone

A laundry list in a clenched fist never meant to be shown

Can you read my mind

Then how was my day today

Ask the river to devine what does the river say

Flash of bone like a lightening strike

Ran down the line shot up your spine like a shorted out mic

Swallow the sky

Swallow the sea

Number one with a bullet no you can't catch me

Swallow your pride

Just follow me

Tied down inside where the nightmare's hide

Let the poor girl be

All the while that winning smile

Pale and still draining

Snow white's black out fire

Underneath your sweater ten fingers all red

I bequeath this gold map of the stars to the living dead

A little song bird singing

Inside my head

Smack down on the sofa

Breakfast in bed

Swallow the sky

Swallow the sea

Number one with a bullet no you can't kill me

Swallow your pride

Just follow me

Let the poor girl be