pass me that bottle
drain out the glass
need a push from the rye
for the hour to pass
she was hot, we were bothered
a remarkable blend
she was less than a lover
but more than a friend

I was green in my nature
she was burgundy red
we were sewn up together
with a needle and thread
like the knot in her stomach
and the war in her head
where the only escape
were the books that we read

everything undone
everything unfolding

there was steam in her engine
there was coal in her fire
twenty oceans of water
couldn't drown her desire
but she drank more than water
and the needle drew blood
and the hole that she opened
grew out into a flood

everything undone
everything unfolding

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© 2002 Steve Ball / Blue Orb Music Publishing, Inc.