The waters too cold
I can’t walk on it
This bread too stale
I can’t give you my flesh
The loaves and fishes and water to wine
are just parlor tricks
Did you know I used to be daddy’s little girl
Couldn’t beget blood from a stone but
I can separate gristle and bone
Dymphna
Dymphna
Saint
Bring me your mad old daft
we’ll dance in the street
Bring me your hungry and cold
We all love a parade
I’ll steal you thoughts and hopes
give you pretty things
Tied up with baubles and bows
and you won’t feel anything
Dymphna
Dymphna
Saint