My mother moved the furniture when
she no longer moved the man
We thought nothing of it at
She painted walls, painted smiles,
Checked herself in the mir
But the history of desire is
such that just one word -
just one touch could send it reel
She passed go again and again
never collected her two hundred
She wanted to be a differ
She listened to the angel
I thought I was by myself,
Even in my wildest heart, I cannot kill
You hang on to the pieces of the
game that don't talk back
Don't let anything happen
We're back to the wheel, back to fire,
'Cause she listened to the angel
- she said it won't matter
I thought I was by myself,
Even in my wildest heart,
I cannot kill the angel in the house