Ruthless
Clothesline me almost dry
These broken arms want to hang on ropes and rocks and shouldering the blows
Replace you and your body
These big strong arms want to fold up
Lose the earth and lose your kindness
Dissolving underfoot
Let go, you ruthless girl
Let go
When did you lose your appetite and how did it come to eat at you?
I think I know
I think I don't know a single
Autor(es): Christine Fellows
