cocorosie - werewolf
rivers sweep away my memories of
children’s things, a young mother’s love
before the yearning song of flesh on flesh
young hearts burst open, wounds bleed fresh
a young brother, skinny and tall
my older walks oceanward and somber
slumber sleeping flowers in the water
but i’m just his daughter
walking down an icy grave
leading to my schizophrenic father
weeping willow won’t you wallow louder
searching for my father’s power
oh my goodness
i wish i knew someone who loved piano as much as i do so i could do crazy fucking duets