Sarasvati

You are Sanskrit on my skin

Peel me open

Till I am nothing but a whisper

Name yourself Sinner

I only play for pennies

And I don't play for sinners

I play for sadness; I play for dead things

Pull the bones from the sockets

Please be softer while you do it

For I am fragile and vacant

Sarasavati sung me to sleep

I rested my head against my knee

And the music I like goes up and down

Like bobbing bodies in the riverbed

They say 'Mary, why are your songs so sad?

Look at the luck and fortune you've had.

Why do you cry at night?

Pull the bones from the sockets

Please be softer while you do it

For I am fragile and vacant

You can take my body and tongue and organs

Whisper into my skin like

Death does already done and stuff

I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you;

I swear to God that's how they make stars.

Oooh

Pull the bones from the sockets

Please be softer while you do it

For I am fragile and vacant