Blood Moon - Saint Sister

I gave my lover fruit to eat

But she left it at her feet

She is always doing that, doing that

She is always doing that

«My God,» I said, «I cannot share

And you can’t leave it lying there

You are always doing that, doing that

You are always doing that»

And so I

Wonder will those, scattered pits

Take route behind your cracking lips

They are always doing that, doing that

They are always doing that

Will cocky routes cement and dwell

To grow within our shackled cells

They are always doing that, doing that

I see flowers doing that

And so I soap our rotting floor

I am sure you craved me once before

When I think of all the fruit I’ve found

And how easily you left it on the ground

The Hunter’s Moon was bleeding red

The night you left our thorny bed

You were always, always

You were always

Last night I dreamt I kissed your feet

And held you on our dusty sheets

I am always doing that, doing that

I am always doing that

And so I…

And so I…

And so I…

And so I soap our rotting floor

I am sure you craved me once before

When I think of all the fruit I’ve picked

And fed to you just so you could spit it out

I gave my lover fruit to eat

But she left it at her feet

She is always doing that, doing that

She is always doing that