We’re your daughter
We’re your ornery teeth
We’re your author
We’re your quarterly leave
They’re your daughters
They're your artery thieves
Prima donna
Run your pain to your teeth
I will save your blood for years
And I will brave your flood to breathe
Here often
Heard you bought a reprieve
Up in Auckland
We were trading retreats
In your outdoors
Lay your throne and your wreath
In your hung jaw
Were you caught on your feet?
I will let the blood from the corners of your eyes
I’ll vignette the flood from the borders of the tide
They're your daughters
They're your artery thieves
They're your daughters
A decade to conceive
I will save your blood for years
And I will brave your flood to breathe
Let your blood
Silvery
