Sisters Radical Face

I tied your shoes while you sat and watched the rain
Hands folded across your lap, and the dull look of peace across your face
Mom down the hall, Bible pressed to her chest
She swore the Devil hides in everything, and her room was the only safe haven left
She watched us grow through window panes

Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something's in the way

You had held my hand while the wind whistled nocturnes in the dark

Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something's in the way

Never knew what it meant to be whole and free

Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something's in the way

Neither one of them mocks if we steer from paths only they can see
But sink or swim is all they say