Broken Fiddle

This is the tail of a crooked nail
She the hammer that bent me off my trail
She take the place of heaven and love
From the days when I sing to white doves
With a creamy flipped sweet suckle kiss
She took all my money and chained my wrists
Live for moments of hair, mud and nails
Between my legs she put my wagging tail
From the days when I sing to white doves
On my arms she re-wrote the stairs
In an infectious neon-light dirt orchestra
And everyones sister is sailing to the moon
In a hope of a dream, a drop of G-d's spittle
A turn of a wheel, that isn’t so little
A way to live that isn’t a riddle
A saxophone not a broken fiddle
A saxophone not a broken fiddle
It’s true these days shake insecurity
Thats why I want to know if I was free
When I was younger and more naive
So I’m not gonna just think and exist
I’m gonna turn, change and resist
Cos I’d swear I’d kill anyone who’d do you harm
And if it were I, I’d rather die
This is the pain behind my charm
She looks through my eyes and whispers soft alright