Sensitive to the bone and the need of brutality A superior San Francisco has taken her by her [?] hands Cut his teeth on wired violets at least until things cool down But wherever desire grows things just get harder Blue pale queen missed the mark again The hands paint shadows on her dress One last time Fell asleep to the drum as her children start to cry No bottles washed up on the shore Rolling the dice left her blind [?] Should she ever need a friend, it just might work out She fits his empty like a fistful of sand The hands paint shadows on her dress One last time Blue pale queen missed the mark again The hands paint shadows on her dress She fits his empty like a fistful of sand The hands paint shadows on her dress One last time