Saw a bicycle hanging from a tree, Saw her standing swollen next to that same tree Always waiting to give birth to the world Or the world to remember who they were Wishing for the worlds embrace Patiently waiting for her place But a grave of blue held her at arms length So she took a look to see all she could see Dirt of our fathers and milk of our maids A kiss from some forgotten face So we looked around went back to that same tree Saw the blood streaming out towards the sea She closed her eyes and collapsed in front of me I closed my eyes and wished I knew where she should be Blood of our fathers and milk of our maids A kiss from some forgotten face