morphine girl

head was hung low

and your sandals

much older

as the record spins

time tiptoes back

bones on a thread

far from your shoulders

stitch in the seam between the earth and the sky

you're wearing the soul of a coalminer's daughter

down in a hole singing your song

a kick in the wind

back in some holler

patching up holes in the setting sun

we are the ones that came by the needle

stuck in a groove cut by your hand

wrapped in a cloak and safe in the shadows

a cavalry's arc casts over the land

tracks in the south

and the hit of the silence

the kiss of death

then the palest blue

seventh hope that grows for to warn us

morphine girl and the sorta truth

we are the ones that came by the needle

stuck in a groove cut by your hand

wrapped in a cloak and safe in the shadows

a cavalry's arc casts over the land