I love a man, whose love is violence

Who always comes, who goes away

Who never brings me any flowers

To blossom in my blazing shade

And our love is weak, our love is lonely

Our love is running out of breath

When I wake, you cannot know me

When I sleep, I dream of death

Wire, cradle, cross and arrow

Mother's milk or crone's rage

With mouths like wolves, we dine like sparrows

For there is grace in great restraint

And our love is weak, our love is lonely

Our love is running out of breath

When I wake, you cannot know me

When I sleep, I dream of death

And I could not help but leave and wonder

What spirit stills your awful hand

And I am grateful for your candor

I could not love a better man

‘Cause our love is weak, our love is lonely

Our love is running out of breath

When I wake, you cannot know me

When I sleep, I dream of death