[00:17.97]I fried my head, I'm not a brunette
[00:21.43]I'm a down and dusky blonde
[00:25.56]I am living in a tree
[00:29.32]When I lie in bed I see
[00:33.27]Beyond my  brother's head the moon, I hear the rain
[00:42.10]I am conscious of my voice as a tool
[00:45.13]It's more demure
[00:49.30]Than your friend the singing queen
[00:53.24]With her matinee good looks
[00:57.13]She talks like talking from a book
[01:01.03]I speak the language of my village, of my street
[01:09.87]But I need a friend and I choose you
[01:12.97]I tell you the way I feel
[01:17.06]The truth is crushing like a heel
[01:20.93]I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
[01:30.11]It's a drag that you're getting old
[01:32.82]I love to think about the year
[01:36.94]When we sobbed and then we cheered
[01:40.92]The town deserted like a film
[01:44.93]Your torso crushing me
[01:48.53]Into the country and the tunnels and the fields
[02:37.37]I read a book a day, like an apple
[02:41.10]But I did not eat
[02:44.43]And so the doctor came to me
[02:48.43]She said a woman does not live
[02:52.57]By the printed word
[02:54.94]Forgive yourself and eat
[03:01.95]Autumn sped along outside
[03:04.91]Trick photography on speed
[03:09.05]I was locked inside a room
[03:13.11]They made a deal, they would control
[03:17.07]The simple things like bodies
[03:20.04]But I kept my soul
[03:26.33]When I need someone I chose you
[03:29.06]Because the fledgling soul awakes
[03:33.14]And on the balcony she quakes
[03:37.21]And she is waiting for the sign
[03:41.05]And when the brother does not come
[03:44.91]And when the sister's much too young, she chooses you