Scenes From France Lyrics

Promise Ring Scenes From France

I sleep quite violently waking warm with thunder
and I'm the magician's girl.
Buttoning my cuffs at the wrist,
and split from my neck to my knees,
how badly I photograph.
To dream of a duel, speaking furious in Latin, the scald scar of water.
Woke snug as a virgin quietly humming.