Colleen Grace

Back into the earth we go
Surrounding taste of salt
Bleeding from the sting of her lily
Letting each feeling drop

Back into the womb we go
Filtered through the soot
Marked by the passage of scars
Each one to mend from its birth

And yes, I heard about the atrophy
Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store
Yet I'm afraid to listen
Ooh, I'm afraid

Hidden from our souls to heal
Rations have been handed out
Every moment clearly etched
and every word perfectly bruised

And yes, I heard about the atrophy
Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store
Yet I'm afraid to listen
Ooh, I'm afraid

And as she left my world
I held on to a memory or two
Each one's preciously faded

And yes, I heard about Heathcliff
Yes, I heard about Superman
Yet they are more real than this
But this is real.

As she left my world and she took her smile
I held on.

Each one's preciously fade
You're preciously fade
Don't preciously fade . . .

Baby Jane (Covered Sky)
Blessed are the ignorant for they might know what they know
Still leaves an imprint, kinda like silly putty gone cold

Penance comes by means of feeling unjustified
To see you free, well, my conscious is clear
Watching you walk out that door
A show of angels was never as spectacular

You've got to hold on to what you know
He'll take your innocence
Just hold on to what you know
He'll take your innocence
Did he cover up your sky, oh baby Jane.

Drive down to motel 6, 7, 8, 9
Where no one would think to look
Or think to find
A new life drawn in sin
A new life ready to begin again

You've got to hold on to what you know
He'll take your innocence
Just hold on to what you know
He'll take your innocence
Did he cover up your sky
Did he even know why
Did he cover up your sky oh my baby Jane.

© 2003-2010 Colleen G. Rourke