Scenes From France In General Lyrics - The Promise Ring

I sleep quite violently waking warm with thunder 

and I'm the magician's girl. 

Buttoning my cuffs at the wrist, 

and split from my neck to my knees, 

how badly I photograph. 

To dream of a duel, speaking furious in Latin, the scald scar of water. 

Woke snug as a virgin quietly humming.