I have no clarity
When white and cold she watched the cranes
Clockwork disassembled
And wild fires on her veins

So well he creased her pages
He sings her history by the dark
Well he makes love to you
He sticks you full of punctuation marks

Sisters, hold tight to the hand of the one you love

And did they think I knew some things?
Did they think I’d always be wise?
Was I their golden lamp stand?
Well, where I point is where it flies

She left her novel on the stovetop
And the window wide with noise
My teeth hiss with silver
That’s how we cover, we blue philosophic boys

Sisters, hold tight to the hand of the one you need
Crossed and bruised, be glad indeed

Sisters, hold tight to the hand of the one you choose
Let 'em bleed right through
Until there’s nothing that you had that’s not in them
And nothing that’s in them that’s not in you



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