Widow's Disco Lyrics

Secrets are a sickness underground,

Artisanal. Surely, there's a trove to tell.

Maybe this is personal.

The widow asked the vandals

If they'd help regain her throne.

Her overture was heard,

And thus ensured the sack of Rome.

At the party I wore a mask

To cover fortune's shame,

And eyes affixed afore

So no one saw the slump that sleeps

Neath blanket by the door.

Didn't notice when I danced,

The nail that pierced my foot.

To the left is metal,

To the right is stone,

Lighter thoughts and harder bodies,

Sinking stained-glass bones.

Oh, I'm shaded in the linden.

Rivulets of dew

Uncoil and snare my trunk,

Now listless, low, subdued.

A thousand body aches, I crumble.

I will keep on roaming.

Jump the cracks to ward the curse,

Stand barefoot in the loaming.

No evil eye will see me.

No haunted words I'll hear,

Nary glint between two fingers,

And cover up my ears.

Impossible to carry everyone,

I cannot weigh the bill.

My arms are hanging by my side.

I'm standing very still.

To the left is metal,

To the right is stone,

Lighter thoughts and harder bodies,

Sinking stained-glass bones.

Oh, I'm shaded in the linden.

Rivulets of dew

Uncoil and snare my trunk,

Now listless, low, subdued.

To the left is metal,

To the right is stone,

Lighter thoughts and harder bodies,

Sinking stained-glass bones.

Oh, I'm shaded in the linden.

Rivulets of dew

Uncoil and snare my trunk,

Now listless, low, subdued.