Antonia

Sing when and supply from the tick to the chime

Fingers and toes wrapped in lace

Circles frost and freeze, little hands, little knees

Set from the fire on your face

And you drag your brush

Through ashes and dust

Painting your fire escape

Christ turned to screams

How small he was mean

Set from the fire on my face

Antonia, I am craving your love

Paint me a picture in gray

Antonia, I am craving your love

See you in Paris, someday

Who the blood intertwines

But hope like a vine

Turning this home to a cage

And the greener grows thick

So strong, so quick

So many things I could say

Antonia, I am craving your love

Paint me a picture in gray

Antonia, I am craving your love

See you in Paris, someday

When you find a new home

In the belly of a pawn

Deep and Bohemian fame

I wanna go in life

In a world where you sleep

In a steel and a stone and a clay for

Antonia, I am craving your love

Paint me a picture in gray

Antonia, I am craving your love

See you in Paris, someday

See you in Paris, someday