(Mary Gauthier). . We lie here and we lie here. Awaiting the return. Of the passion that has left us. With the patience we've learned. Sinking in the ashes.
Under water, under the well. Under glass, under a ground swell. Chasing bliss, chasing my tail. Chasing desire, straight down to Hell. . I couldn't love, could not forgive.
We stood in a long line waitin' for the door be unlocked. Out in the cold wind,? round the razor wire fenced in cell block. Young mamas with babies, sisters and other kinds of kin.