كلمات Daughters

I'm taping up the windows and the doors I'm nailing all my pretty things to the floor Eyes like fire, a tempest in the water Eyes like mine, a temper like your mother's Daughter, please, it's me Tell me what you've seen Daughter, please, spare me All men's voices screaming And soon we'll see what you really mean All the pretty children sharpening their blades Where my daughter passes only ruins remain She's walking through the cracks in the walls, She's walking across the chicken bones on the floor. Just a little girl, Jesus was a woman Just a little girl, and – who knew his daughters. Daughter, please, it's me Tell me what you've seen Daughter, please, spare me All men's voices screaming And soon we'll sleep in pieces on the street All the pretty children sharpening their blades Where my daughter passes only ruins remain From the edge, Broke my little girl, Destroyer of worlds.