she was cuffed to the truth
like the truth was a chair
bright interrogation light in her eyes
and her conscience lit a cigarette
and just stood there
waiting for her to crack, waiting for her to cry
and his face scampered through her mind
like a roach across a wall
it made her heart soar
it made her skin crawl
they said 'we got this confession, we just need for you to sign
why don't you just co-operate and make this easier on us all
yeah, make this easier on us all.'
cos there was light and then there was darkness
but there was no line in between
and asking my heart for guidance was like pleading with a machine
yeah cos joy it has its own justice
and my dreams are languid and lawless
and everything bows to beauty when it is fierce, and when it is flawless

on the table were two ziplock baggies
containing her eyes and her smile
they said, 'we're keeping these as evidence til this thing goes to trial.'
meanwhile anguish was fingering solace in another room down the hall
both were love's accomplices, but solace took the fall
now look at her book of days, it's the same on every page
and she's got a little tin cup with her heart in it
to bang along the bars of her ribcage, bang along the bars of her ribcage

cos there was light and then there was darkness
but there was no line in between
and asking her heart for guidance was like pleading with a machine
yeah and joy it has its own justice
and my dreams are languid and lawless
and everything bows to beauty, when it is fierce, and when it is flawless