Rooted in Death

He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill She'll never love him but knows that her father will Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but her Breast never dries when he's hungry The money came and she died in her rocking chair The window wide and the rain in her braided hair A letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle Like a hymn to the house she was making Blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a Wind that is whispering something Strong as hell but not hickory rooted She kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette And turned around but he waits like a turned down bed And summer left like her walking with another and a Sound of a church bell ringing The money came and he died like a butterfly A buried star and the haze of the city lights A gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the Blue feathered wing - we were lucky Blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a Wind that is whispering something Strong as hell but not hickory rooted.