November in a rainstorm, the truth I ever heard The sound of babies in a hospital ward Oh, a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the concrete floor Names, and dates, and I really can't remember anymore
We could tell the difference between one year and another Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like shedding of lovers And, I grew up with magic; free and wild as Pushing for the boundary, pushing through the of the concrete
I'm the girl bought a round-trip cross the Rubicon And I'm not sure that even I where I'm coming from
Sentimental tango when I was fourteen I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap their way the screen Oh, bullied and belittled, the sun set in the concrete I wore my sister's black skirt, all up for Halloween
We could tell the difference between the shouting and the quiet It was the path of resistance to stage my own private riot And the walls tumbled like Babel, around my feet came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete
I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the I'm not that even I know where I'm coming from
For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she her silence more Found a example of what hearts and tongues are for There is in your arm's love, there is truth in this song There is truth in the concrete and the nails that our lives are built