[Verse 1]
She wore lines from the senses
Her ancestors gave her
And broke both her arms
In the honour of industry
And though people wept
At the picture of helplessness
Tears in the flood were a smear in the mud
Well I kiss in the shadows
She calls from the grave
All missing the people who gave and then gave
And then went
[Verse 2]
Old by a standard and young by another
Too old for the landslide
That killed both the brothers
For being but a sapling
When they were the oak
And then married by twenty
And the carers can’t come
Home is a parable
Death is comparable
We’ve been pruning your grave
Since the day you locked your door
She wore lines from the senses
Her ancestors gave her
And broke both her arms
In the honour of industry
And though people wept
At the picture of helplessness
Tears in the flood were a smear in the mud
Well I kiss in the shadows
She calls from the grave
All missing the people who gave and then gave
And then went
[Verse 2]
Old by a standard and young by another
Too old for the landslide
That killed both the brothers
For being but a sapling
When they were the oak
And then married by twenty
And the carers can’t come
Home is a parable
Death is comparable
We’ve been pruning your grave
Since the day you locked your door
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