Come to you on broken wing,
Naked as you knew i'd be.
Will you shave my head,
And wash the world from my mouth?

Will you whisper in my hands,
And let me dance inside your chest,
Until my tongue is sacred again?

Come to you with poisoned eyes,
Violent as my death will be.
Won't you wash my face,
And take away my anger?

Will you whisper in my hands
And let me dance inside your chest,
Until my tongue is sacred again?