A baby is born
The doors all left open
Ratty blue curtains that sway in the breeze
Enter the wren
Through the rattling window
To sing for the clocks that don't tick in the hall
A hand on the door
After the long work is done
A hand hesitates on the door
A baby is born
The doors all left open
Ratty blue curtains that sway in the breeze
Enter the wren
Through the rattling window
His head is a fine mist painting the walls
Where where
Where you running down there down there
White and blue curtains
Heat seeking screens
It unfolds unfolds
Oh Sheol ain't clean
Where where where
Where your shame can't hide down there