all saints fall in curling ash
and all souls rise in red balloons
we make our ghosts with cut-out eyes
and wire wings for bent-halo'd angels
sleepless, shaking, trembling control
singing memory raw with chainsmoke
throat choke, crossed wires, crosstown
heart-strings missing all their context clues
roots crack cement in this wicked city
she bleeds beauty and sweats songs of
rot, survival, struggle, growth
and entropy inevitably
fiery girls burn holes through hearts
a necessary shattering, shards
let love like wind pass through you
let boys like water move over you
o gracefully unravelling girl, you
let your bones grow broken wings, and
you will rise with your red hair and
you'll eat men like air
credits
from rêvenant,
released August 1, 2009
Stacey-Marie Piotrowski (lyrics, music, vox, guitar), Tim Schreiber (piano)
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