Daughters

I'm taping up the windows and the doors
I'm nailing all my pretty things to the floor
Eyes like fire, a tempest in the water
Eyes like mine, a temper like your mother's

Daughter, please, it's me
Tell me what you've seen
Daughter, please, spare me
All men's voices screaming
Soon we'll see what you really mean

All the pretty children sharpening their blades
When my daughter passes, only ruins remain

She's walking through the cracks in the walls
She's walking across the chicken bones on the floor
Just a little girl, Jesus was a woman
Just a little girl, and love, who knew his daughters

Daughter, please, it's me
Tell me what you've seen
Daughter, please, spare me
All men's voices screaming
Soon we'll sleep in pieces in the street

All the pretty children sharpening their blades
When my daughter passes, only ruins remain

From the edge
Broke my little girl
A destroyer of worlds



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Robert Talbot, Hayden Norman Thorpe, Ben Little, Thomas William Fleming
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