The other tab on here is for an earlier version, this is the version on the Ferris Wheel on Fire EP.


Oh sister, don

't be afraid o

f me
I won't be nailing you down in the nursery

Just like the 

rest of them d

id
With those watery, wandering fingers that slipped
              
That were supp

             
osed to be glo

             
rious and fine


Oh sister, won

't you believe

 in me
I only wanted to be hard on the family

Here with you 

now in this si

lly infirmary
Your mother makes frantic and drunk calls from Germany
            
All of the tim


e


Oh sister, swe

et brown and b

eulahry
And milk from your blisters on your grandmother's jewelry

there in the p

arlor all nake

d in front of 

me
                                                   
Watching the lights from the cracks 
              
Making archery

            
 animal design


s

            
Rose Wallace G

              
oldeline just 

  
moves her mout

h over anythin

g
             
With fleshy fr

              
ee and floweri

      
ng like orange

s out in the o

pen

But don't you 

waste your sin

s again

She don't need

 you
or won't fuck your friends
             
And you, you'r

              
e American sel

   
f important bo

iling over

To prove that 

she must still

 exist

she moves hers

elf about her 

fist

and won't ever

 never give a 

shit

about all thos

e words you're

 wasting 
            
To gain some p

             
retty bright a

          
nd bubbly wond

rous dream
              
You'd like to 


kill and cling
And claim her as your own

But don't you 

worry
             
All those dain

             
ty and dirty e

              
motions 
      
just go away a

nd fade out on

 their own

Sister, now th

at you're leav

ing
Our fingers will falter
Our lungs will be leaking

All over each 

other and with

out even speak

ing
We'll know that it's over and smiling or greeting
             
Whatever comes

    
 next


And oh sister
You're getting married with some angry twister
              
That you'll ha

              
ve to carry ho

     
me drunk every

 evening from 

the cemetery
And if he makes it back half alive you can bury him
             
Under your she

  
ets


And oh sister
now that you're greaving
I can not imagine there is any meaning

forgetting you

 ever could on

ce had the fee

ling that made

 you keep on
              
and pretend yo

              
u were breathi

             
ng of all of t

       
his world
In an age of empty rings
             
I don't want t

           
o feel a thing
              
I don't even w

                  
ant to know

              
and Rose Walla

         
ce Goldeline
              
don't you ever

        
 die on me
              
Don't you own 

             
the way you go