Sisters

Auntie Rita in my eyes

Making tracks for me to find

Relay running's never done

With Auntie Rita in my eyes

She will find a buried song

She will set my hands on fire

Hands on fire, over again

Her to me, and me to them

And if the lane stops short

I won't die

I'm her sister

I won't die

When we were driving in her car

Fenced between found furniture

And clay clogs

Singing, "I've just seen her face" to her

I know how this space I fill

I've seen both sides, I know the drill

I hold the baton

And if the lane stops short

I won't die

I'm her sister

I won't die

And if the lane stops short

I won't die

I'm her sister

I won't die