The Crane Wives - Ribs lyrics

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