Marrow made a wife of Eve,
But no one gave up a rib for me and mine.
And my heart stayed exposed to the elements,
Calloused and untouched by a man's design
Oh, my ugly organs,
How lucky we are
Brick and mortar between my bones--
Built a kingdom fierce and fortified.
And my name faded from a yellow page,
But my stones are laid upon the mountainside
Oh, my savage empire,
How lucky we are,
Never to be moved by
The words of a liar
The dark doesn't frighten me,
I chose to close my eyes--
It is mine, it is mine.
The night doesn't frighten me,
I chose to let it thrive--
It is mine, it is mine
Time has changed the metaphor:
Now dust is not the origin of bone.
Little girl, don't let them sell you any armor,
All your ribs are still your own.
Oh, my precious child,
How lucky you are
Handed down a shield for
Your tender parts
The dark doesn't frighten me,
I chose to close my eyes--
It is mine, it is mine.
The night doesn't frighten me,
I chose to let it thrive--
It is mine, it is mine
The dark doesn't frighten me,
I chose to close my eyes--
It is mine, it is mine.
The night doesn't frighten me,
I chose to let it thrive--
It is mine, it is mine