Radical Face - Sisters

I tied your shoes while you sat
and watched the rain
Hands folded across your lap
and the dull work of paints across your face
Mom down the hall Bible pressed to her chest
When she swore the Devil hides
in everything
and her room was the only safe haven left
She watched you scrub
through our new paints
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something's in the way
You had held my hand while the wind
whistled our dreams ending time
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something's in the way
Never knew what it
meant to be whole and free
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something in the middle
Something's in the way
Neither one of them moths stray
from these different paths
only they can see
But sink or swim is all they say
Your hand rode the wind out
the window of the train
We slept in our seats
with our knees curled beneath our dirty chins
And I gripped the bags like
they might fly away
And the scenery beyond the glass was liquid
we sat and soaked it in
I felt your breath along the way
I'd hold your hand
when the sky fell apart
And you'd hold my hand if you
felt us slipping back into the dark
Can't tell from the
ground if the sky will fall
Can't tell from the
sky if there's anybody down there at all
It's empty