Sensitive to the bone and the need of brutality
A superior San Francisco has taken her by her [?] hands
Cut his teeth on wired violets at least until things cool down
But wherever desire grows things just get harder

Blue pale queen missed the mark again
The hands paint shadows on her dress
One last time

Fell asleep to the drum as her children start to cry
No bottles washed up on the shore
Rolling the dice left her blind
[?]
Should she ever need a friend, it just might work out

She fits his empty like a fistful of sand
The hands paint shadows on her dress
One last time

Blue pale queen missed the mark again
The hands paint shadows on her dress
She fits his empty like a fistful of sand
The hands paint shadows on her dress
One last time