You are Sanskrit on my skin
peel me open, til I'm nothing
but a whisper

Name yourself sinner
I only play for pennies
and I don't play for sinners
I play for sadness
I play for dead things

Pull the bones from the sockets
Please be softer while you do it
For I am fragile and vacant

Sarasvati sung me to sleep
I rested my head against a knee
And the music I like goes up and down
Like bobbing bodies in the river bend

And they say
"Mary why are your songs so sad?
Look at the luck and fortune you've had
Why do you cry at night? "

Pull the bones from their sockets
Please be softer while you do it
For I am fragile and vacant

You take my body and tongue and organs
Whisper to my skin like death does
All red and rosy and stuff

I want every piece of me to crash
Into every piece of you
I swear to god that? s how they make stars
I? m not whole

Pull the bones from their sockets
Please be softer while you do it
For I am fragile and vacant

Fafa Waldorf