St. Vincent Hysterical Strength
Hey it's your blood
That makes my veins run
It's true, so I tried to give it back to you
Young one, look at me
It's not your beast to leash
Oh don't hold more than you can stand to carry
Must of been the case
Hysterical strength
To stand up while the room moved off its axis
Old man look at me
Through the teeth of your grief
Oh don't grab more than you can stand to carry
Cause you went off to see no one else could see
and left more than we could stand to bury
