Ribs Lyrics - The Crane Wives

Marrow made a wife of Eve, 

But no one gave up a rib for me and mine. 

And my heart stayed exposed to the elements, 

Calloused and untouched by a man's design 

Oh, my ugly organs, 

How lucky we are 

Brick and mortar between my bones-- 

Built a kingdom fierce and fortified. 

And my name faded from a yellow page, 

But my stones are laid upon the mountainside 

Oh, my savage empire, 

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 

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 let it thrive-- 

It is mine, it is mine