> When the baby's born
Oh, let's turn it to the snow
So that ice will surely grow
Over weak and brittle bones
Oh, let's leave it to the wolves
Oh, their teeth turn it to food
Oh, its flesh keeps them alive
Oh, its death helps life survive
Oh, the world can be kind in its own way
Oh well, your future's a machine
With the mechanics of a dream
It it's your mind that spins the wheel
And your heart that makes you feel
All the guilt for all your sins
Oh, and as that wheel spins
Oh well, it plays as they believed
And for your husband you have grieved
Oh, the world
Still deceives you as it turns
And in my weakest moments I could see
Oh, that the heart may be
The weakest part of me
Oh, and the moon controls
The movements of the tide
Oh, but it has no weight on the movements of my mind
But if you turn your hands to flames
All delight will burn the same
Whether you just pass it through or
If it's what you meant to do
When your sense is cold but still a dream
It's from the gods that you perceive
There comes the love that you believe
It's only grace
Oh, when you turn to a ghost
Oh, right now the love you found
Is meant to be a Mardi ground
All the dead have let you down
Cause it still occurs
That they go on the same