bah, it's the same song I always write, but the words are different.

[we will]

the nursemaid with her flaming sword
that points in all directions
one day she will grow grayed and bored
and crave her own protection
what saves us floats between our lips
to kiss their intersection

we recognized each other once
and will again, will again
our dry, cracked souls
will soften, soak and fill again
we will again

the hound that chased us from the lawn
where grass was always greener
will find new sidewalks to piss on
and we will be the cleaner
life is a bitch, she's hungry
you can't feed her till you've seen her

we recognized each other once
and will again, will again
our dry, cracked souls
will soften, soak and fill again
we will again

the tiny voice that sings behind the words
and makes them clearer
the girl inside this woman's heart
is learning not to fear her
my prize is not to gaze within
but turn into the mirror

we recognized each other once
and will again, will again
our dry, cracked souls
will soften, soak and fill again
we will again, we will