Down and Dusky Blonde

I fried my head, I'm not a brunette

I'm a down and dusky blonde

I am living in a tree

When I lie in bed I see

Beyond my brother's head the moon, I hear the rain

I am conscious of my voice as a tool

It's more demure

Than your friend the singing queen

With her matinee good looks

She talks like talking from a book

I speak the language of my village, of my street

But I need a friend and I choose you

I tell you the way I feel

The truth is crushing like a heel

I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too

It's a drag that you're getting old

I love to think about the year

When we sobbed and then we cheered

The town deserted like a film

Your torso crushing me

Into the country and the tunnels and the fields

I read a book a day, like an apple

But I did not eat

And so the doctor came to me

She said a woman does not live

By the printed word

Forgive yourself and eat

Autumn sped along outside

Trick photography on speed

I was locked inside a room

They made a deal, they would control

The simple things like bodies

But I kept my soul

When I need someone I chose you

Because the fledgling soul awakes

And on the balcony she quakes

And she is waiting for the sign

And when the brother does not come

And when the sister's much too young, she chooses you