She says she's got to run away, but falls for the rocking chair instead. She answers the phone with a child voice and says her man is a "fat ass-head". I ask her to try life, for her own sake, but she doubts if she has a sake at all. She likes the way she doesn't feel the painful things she can't recall. I must be bold to understand her-She screams but I don't want to hear it. No pencil-breathed words could pin her down, I must destroy her to know her spirit.
She got a saline mind
I ask her not to go, but I'm the one who's leaving. She tells me that she's lying, but I can't keep from believing.
Don't, young mother, baby-woman that you are...
She resumes her chair and dejected pose, a broken vacuum at her side. I don't remind her to blow her nose or wipe away the tears she cried.
She got a saline mind
But now I'm losing her...she has red hair all in her face. Our pretty time is over now...the steps were too shallow for us to retrace. She is the last person I want to need, 'cause she's what I hate most in myself. I ask her where she's coming from, but she tells me she wants to go to hell.
She got a saline mind
I want to kill her, I long to hold her, but I am afraid she'd pass right through me. I want to do this on my own, but she's the one that I called home.
Don't, young mother, baby-woman that you are...
to the Fishbowl
No doubt she always has
She's a fractious little thing
I guess she always was
She's escaping our hard-wood prison, but I know she won't go far...
No doubt she always has
She's a fractious little thing
I wonder if she always was
She says she always has
She tells me she can't take this anymore
And I ask if we can rent a movie
I'm escaping our silent prison, but she knows that I won't go far...
