Silvery

We're your daughter

We're your ornery teeth

We're your author

We're your quarterly leave

They're your daughters

They're your artery thieves

Prima donna

Run your pain to your teeth

I will save your blood for years

And I will brave your flood to breathe

Here often

Heard you bought a reprieve

Up in Oakland

We were trading retreats

In your outdoors

Lay your throne and your wreath

In your hung jaw

Were you caught on your feet?

I will let the blood from the corners of your eyes

I'll vignette the flood from the borders of, from the borders of the tide

You and I

They're your daughters

They're your artery thieves

They're your daughters

A decade to conceive

I will save your blood for years

And I will brave your flood to breathe

And I will save your blood for years

And I will brave your flood to breathe

Let your blood

Let your blood

Let your blood