Clipped Wings - Emily Jane White

Can I cut you out of the frame?

Can I throw the remnants in the lake?

'Cause I never wanted to yell murder in your name

I just want to die without your photo drenched in shame

For I will never be the same

And cold blood always leaves a stain

And, oh, the lines they are so blue

And, oh, the coat of arms you threw

'Cause I never wanted to slaughter your game

To go on pining for moon that only wanes

So take me out to the corn, my love, and

Splash the water till it turns into mud

For my blood is frozen from the absence of love

Oh, in the veins, a far haunting calls your name

To your soul’s body which you never knew you gave

Away in, into oblivion you threw

And his teeth have made a corpse of you

But you’ve come back with the clipped wings of the dove

And in this reverie, you’ve wrestled with your love

For my blood’s still frozen from the absence of love

So take the thorns out of me, my love

Patch them up with your wounded love

We’re all tied up, now undo what you’ve done

And into soundless, from your slaughter, I will run

Can I cut you out of the frame?

Can I throw the remnants in the lake?