Lyrics: Ian Ross
Music: Ian Ross/Emma Rice/Emily Brontë
Cut through the dirt
What sleeps safe below
Slash through my clothes
What's beneath
If I smooth down my hair
What joys might be shown
If I smile
Will they just see my teeth
If I play by the rules
What is lost from within
Join in. Pretend
Will I melt
If the snowdrift of rage
fall sharp from my heart
What new griefs might bud and be felt
If she sees me afresh
It is worth every cut
If she sees me anew
I am found
If she will dance with me
Dream with me
Sing with me
Scream with me
I will rip through my skin
Tear up my soul
Sever my limbs
Bury my past
Just to rest
Just to sleep
Just to be with ...