Tongue tied and swollen lipped I fall (It grows like a cancer) The picture bleeds with me I'm sure (I'm falling into fountains) And if the consequence is mine The canvas would drain and die And I hear you calling It always comes back to me It always falls at my feet Too tired to raise a weary eye (You've grown now you're older) Provoked by painted legs and lies (That cut like a conscience) To function with the feeler's child Misfortune broken with your smile My sister My brother Sister won't you dance with me? Brother won't you bleed with me?