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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