Alabaster

She calls you from a room somewhere in the city

Hear the sound of the ground through the static and pity

There's a vision of you in a bath of red water

Sitting on her tongue like a silver dollar

And between your ears all her words are just litter

The alphabet is torn and your spit is getting bitter

You could make a mistake and judge her falsely

Your bed was just a hole where she couldn't sleep honestly

Her hair was the color of the corn where you were born

You could hear her voice when the north wind blew

And her skin held the sound of the rain on the pane

But she carried a knife for to cut you loose

She carried a knife for to cut you loose

You watch the leaves shiver underneath a black sky

Hold the moon in contempt for shedding any light

And you hunt the devil down and try to sell your soul

But if you want your woman back you'll have to knock her out cold

You've got a ring around your finger to prove that she was here

A white dress in the attic hanging by the rafter

A ghost in your kitchen with flowers in her hair

And eyes the color of alabaster

Her hair was the color of the corn where you were born

You could hear her voice when the north wind blew

And her skin was the same as the rain on the pane

But she carried a knife for to cut you loose

She carried a knife for to cut you loose