Will the children cry
When their mother dies
And in the autumn of their lives
Will they feel the same

"I see you
My sweet [bad word] back tonight
Out of the courtyard"

Her longing for [bad word] down like hail
Why did you leave me [bad word] here inside and tell me how
How in my final days
I'd find the rhyme

The [bad word] on
The signal for us to act out our lives
You wait beneath the white sheets and you wait forever

The [bad word] on
Your weakness storing trace on your arms
So I left you alone
We all left you alone

"They'll lock all your reasons why"

Lock the children away from harm
They're no longer your reason why
Seeking tenderness with a dagger
Skin is marked by the years of trial

You felt abandoned in a flock of friends
Singing a praise for the dead
Awaited the face of the moon to ascend
And followed the sound in your head

in your head