A walk in the garden
We’ll plant you a pardon
To soldier your disgrace
The long ride in this race
Put your heart in this hand
To keep and to hold it
To listen when it shreds
The atlas to pieces
Once sold
Twice told
You sing from the rafters
But what’s running after
My sister will save me
The mother who made me
Once sold
Twice told
One word leaves its mark on me
Endlessly, carefully, on me
What’s new smothering it in shame?
Faces, they will fade
So what’s new thinking about the blame?
Hold it, hold it
Once sold
Twice told
