Woodcut

I've still got three fingers left on this hand Take off your belt and I'll do what I can for you You sure look like you could be some kind of fun Maybe it's true you're more gifted than most You'll still be remembered by the notch in my bedpost Laughed in your wake At the break of the day that comes after There's no one above me to stain my fierce hands No, you don't love me, don't you say that you do Cause you can't Be my pleasure to sit here And talk with you all day But there's no part of me that's not wasting away As we speak of these dreams, Promise might be but never are Oh, change is beyond me I'm helpless to start Don't try to touch me I'll just rip apart All the people and things I wish that I knew how to care for There's no one above me to stain my fierce hands No, you don't love me, don't you say that you do You - you can't. There's no one above me to stain my fierce hands No, you don't love me, don't you say that you do Cause you can't. --- Woodcut - Jenny Owen Youngs