 Before diving into this, I think some background would be useful. When she was younger, she had nightmares. She had scissor-pain and phantom limbs, and things that kept her nervous though that twelve-year interim. When she fell crossing that street (south of Houston, old Manhattan-land), those nightmares fell from building tops and took her by the hand.
She was brought into those rooms with sliding curtains and shining children's heads. One of them, that boy, was not as luck as she them. (Years later, he would return to her at night, just when she thought she might have fallen asleep. As she would later describe to me, he face would be up against hers, and she'd be to terrified to speak.)
Now, I won't pretend I understand, because I can't and know I never will. But something makes her sting, and something makers her kill. It made her crawl under that house, and sticker her head under the stove...well, my point is all of this is that it's all connected in these complicated nightmares that we wove.
(not actual lyrics, this is what's written in the liner notes for this song)
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