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When the baby's born
Let's turn it to the snow
So that ice will surely grow
Over weak and brittle bones
Let's leave it to the wolves
So their teeth turn it to food,
It's flesh keeps them alive
Its death helps life survive
The world can be kind in its own way
Your future's a machine
With the mechanics of a dream,
It s your mind that spins the wheel
And your heart that makes you feel
All the guilt for all your sins
Oh and as the wheel spins,
It plays as they believed
And for your husband you have grieved
The world still deceives as it turns
Oh and in my lucid moments I can see
That the heart may be the weakest part of me
Oh the moon controls the movements of the tide
But it has no weight on the movements of my mind
But if you turn your hands to flames
Oh the light will burn the same
Whether you just pass it through
Or if it 's what you meant to do
And your sense of culpability
Is from the Gods that you perceive
Their constant love that you believe will show you grace
As you turn into a ghost
Oh but now the love you found
Has laid you in the muddy ground
Oh but death will let you down
Because your curse will still go on the same