8.She Has Faces
She has faces up in her bedroom and they gaze down on her
guarding her slumber
A black bead rosary under her pillow and when it thunders she
clutches it tightly
And she hears silence is white, sound is black, the world is
wrapped in a paper sack
And when i leave i close the door to this galaxy of yours
Dropping by i open a window as the breeze blows in the curtains
are butterflies
And we hear the church bells ring out on a hill and all of their
echoes left us singing
Silence is black, the room is bright, our world is basking in tv
light
And we are laid out on the floor of this galaxy of yours
With all of your heroes waiting in paper piles laid on the floor
I push my paintbrush lightly and fill in any empty nail holes
A dresser top, a jewelry box, colored tassels tied in knots
And a porcelain girl danced a music box ballet for us
And your nightlight is a star, or a firefly, that
Leads my gaze up to the ceiling
Wondering if you think that it's the sky
With all of your heroes...
Open the window slightly, pick up paper off the floor
I hold my paintbrush tightly, and fill in any empty nail holes
Open the window slightly
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