There`s a little crouching me Eyes wide open – afraid to see Echoing his woman cries Cracking up a bottle flies A streak of blood above the cheek The wolf has gathered all his sheep I can`t take it hiding in my sheets Hiding in my sheets Richochetting off the wall Riroetting in slow fall There`s a little lying me Eyes wide open – where is she? Purring ‘round his drunken calf Never knowing of his wrath A breath of spirits in the air I close my eyes - too much to bear And as his fingers find her tail Above my shriek a ghastly wail Piroetting quite unstable Richochetting off the table There`s a little standing me Eyes wide open – where is he Struggeling toppled on the floor But then she bites and cries no more A taste of blood inside her cheek The wolf has misjudged all his the sheep but I can`t I still can`t take it hiding in my sheets Hiding in my sheets Too much has happened, too much was seen For the living doll that I have been I can still feel the geese like As I stood there and stared So at first I was scared Ricochetting off my life Piroetting in a dive Never ridding myself Of the shodow we shared In the feathers of time I turned out to be scarred