"Delicate Cutters"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

It's just the lack of time I keep

Reaching out, lashing out

It's just the lines, run down the walls

I can't believe they never fall, the walls never leave

And the walls begin to scream

And my toes against the wall, I stare ahead

The door inside the wall, your face inside the door

You crawl across the room

The picture never moves, my boots are very still

You slide to my feet

You slide across the floor

I throw your head across the ice

I throw my head through the window, crash

Like poetry

It's 4 o'clock, I'm waiting

Your face appears, I keep forgetting your name

While I'm writing this, you, you crash through the wall

You fall off the floor

I slide your head across the ice

I throw my hands through the window, crash

Like gods

A room full of delicate cutters

All sitting down, the room has many doors

All but one of them are closed

She goes around (Remember)

Opening the doors

This has another ending

Full of innocent children

One of them are closed

She goes around

This has another ending

(Remember) Full of delicate cutters

Opening the doors