Lise Liddell

Lyrics

There’s a bone orchard
in the wake of you life
There’s dust in your day
And chalk in your night
There’s a nerve that’ll cut you
Right down to the quick
If you ever find the spine
To finally admit:

That you’re mean….
I don’t really know why – maybe you don’t either
But you’re mean

There’s a heart in my gut - In the wake of your strike
A trap door to the left – a fuse to the right
In your temple of skulls
But I’ll dig my own way out
Of your bone…orchard
In the wake of my life

I’ll get clean
I don’t really know how…it wouldn’t matter to you
But I’ll get clean

There’s a child with a song
On a hill to the south
The words of the sages
just spill from her mouth
The wisdom of her is the solice you need
But you’d rather die
And save face than concede

That you’re mean
you don’t really know why – God knows I don’t either
But I’ll get clean
I don’t really know how…it wouldn’t matter to you
I’ll get clean…..