Lyrics to a song I wrote in 2001*


So this is you. My perfect saviour.
I'd let you save me, if you were to.

So this is you. You take your place beside me.
And put your face upon
Virtue.

To see it through. To break another curfew.
To  find your way into
Virtue, could it hurt you?

So take my hands, and tie your own around them.
Like cuffs of skin and bone.
Turn us in and go to prison with me.
Break out alone.
...And bury me in virtue.

He came to you. He put his hands on you, and
He gave his word not to disturb you.

I gave to you a mask of innocence.
He took it off; undid our
Virtue.

So this is you. My covered ears have heard you.
I don't blame you for his hands upon your
Virtue. Did he hurt you?

So take my hands, and tie your own around them.
Like cuffs of skin and bone.
Turn us in and go to prison with me.
Break out alone.
...And bury me in virtue.