And there were those films
Made in the seventies
Where dolls ran through fields
Late at night, after men

His shirt is my dress
I lost my knees and hands
He drowned my make up in the white sand

And I'm too tiny for a heart this big
It swells like an ocean
It's breaking the jail of ribs

And he said it won't hurt
And he said it won't hurt

And he said it won't hurt
lie the size of the sky

And this hotel is dusty
And he's locked the door
And the sea's gone so far out
I can't see it anymore

I was baking when he kissed me
I put flour in his hair
He rolled me like a bottle
Whispering wrong French in my ear