Weight of Worry

She watched the gun while it was still hot She's carrying mannequins to practice And a bag that won't fit all the things she'll miss And it's divine How it cuts in a straight line Skin divides it burns like a fever In time to In time, no, in time One walks in, the other's out Carry your envelopes You think of things you'll miss The sweet stitch of the hem Won't keep it above hips You'll think of things you'll miss And it's divine How it cuts in a straight line Skin divides it burns like a fever In time to relieve her of the mess I believe in the mess And I'll let you hold me down, if you let me feel the weight of your worry And forget the words you sang, I see the clouds break And you don't walk alone, you don't walk alone You don't walk alone And I'll let you hold me down And it's divine How it cuts in a straight line Skin divides it burns like a fever In time to In time And I'll let you hold me down And I'll let you hold me You hold me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold me down