Ribs

(альбом: Foxlore - 2016)

Marrow made a wife of Eve
But no one gave up a rib for me and mine
My hearts did expose to the elements
Calloused and untouched by a man's design

Oh, my ugly organs
How lucky we are
(How lucky we are)

Brick and mortar between my bones
Built a kingdom fierce and fortified
My name fading from the yellow page
Stones are laid upon the mountainside

Oh, my savage empire
How lucky we are
(How lucky we are)
Never to be moved by the words of a liar

The dark doesn't frighten me
I chose to close my eyes
It is mine, it is mine
The night doesn't frighten me
I chose to let it thrive
It is mine, it is mine

Time has changed the metaphor
Now, dust is not the origin of bone
Little girl, don't let them sell you any armor
All your ribs are still your own

Oh, my precious child
How lucky you are
(How lucky you are)
Handed down a shield for your tender parts

The dark doesn't frighten me
I chose to close my eyes
It is mine, it is mine
The night doesn't frighten me
I chose to let it thrive
It is mine, it is mine

The dark doesn't frighten me
I chose to close my eyes
It is mine, it is mine
The night doesn't frighten me
I chose to close my eyes
It is mine, it is mine