Your mother wades in the sea
She keeps her eyes fixed on me
Her hands are cold and the
Sun arcs low as it bleeds
Into the sea
Your sister's heart made of dust
Can't tell love from power and lust
Her head is high and the
Clouds are low and she weaves
Into the sea
I'm done
It's fine I'm not their son
A brother, a friend or anyone
Oh, and it kills me to think
Of your mother, her daughter and their sins
Just be fine with everything
Your baby watches you bleed
And your father washes us clean
His hands are worn but his
Heart is strong and he breathes
Into the sea
I'm done
It's fine I'm not their son
A brother, a friend or anyone
Oh, it kills me to think
Your mother, her daughter and their sins
Just be fine with everything
I guess I'll grab my coat
The walls are thin and cold
With the fear of growing old
You can't drink the water in this house
Tastes like iron in your mouth
Whether flood or whether drought
Look in my eyes
Am I blue blooded enough
To eat with them to share with them a cup
The ruling class of gossiping and salt
I'm done
It's fine I'm not their son
A brother, a friend or anyone
Oh and it kills me to see
Your mother, her daughter and their sins
Just be fine with everything
