Editors

Girl
You did this to yourself.
I wish your good heart and good health
Once, your ships were coming in
Now your hands have shed the final skin
Scratching in the dark, in the dark with no remark
And you're human yet.
Searching for belief, with the grit in your teeth
And you're human yet.
Babe
You did this to yourself.
I wish your good heart and good health
Once, your ships were coming in
Now your hands have shed the final skin
Scratching in the dark, in the dark with no remark