Dark around the ankles

On a gravel and mud pit

Lowered into smooth territory

By lose-flying cables

And dropped the last two feet

Flitting in and out of the melody

Flipping in and out of the fight

Where is the wayward daughter

Where does the singer kneel

That piece is thick with honey

And the lace around the curtain

Will always make the right noose

Flitting in and out of the melody

Flipping in and out of the fight