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