Her Dad rolls cones, her Mam racks lines,
Her home is built from lie on lie,
She lies her bones on the bed thinking why,
That boy took a rope to the neck and died,
She held him high in her arms;
Higher in her mind.
He looked at her with reluctant love,
Reluctant enough she’d think nothing of,
His seductive eyes; the boy was shy,
He tucked his pride deep inside his sighs,
Until she held him in her arms;
Held him high in her mind.
The river cries;
Walk beside it.
Untie the love locks,
From the bridge that flies it,
And if they sink,
And Venus floats,
It’ll wash up at your feet,
If you walk far enough.
And now she sees it for the first time,
Beautiful Venus undisguised,
Looks that shook the butterflies,
Inside the veins she cut with knives.
When she remembers she held him,
Not just in her mind.