Post War Love Making Machine

Three pines in the garden 

Of my family house 

Standing tall,my grandmother  

And my two aunts

Protecting me, my two black hounds

When I try to sleep 

But their ghosts are too loud  

I don’t know the blood in my veins 

I don’t remember the man 

Who brought me here 

I only know his name 

And they tell me he lives inside of me 

Everyday 

And it just makes me

Just makes me really see 

This body it never belonged to me

Will I ever

Will I ever 

Gain it back?

Like a needle stuck in my back

Like the lump in my throat

Thats stops me from saying it back

We are the softest

In the beginning and on the finish line 

And I’ve been trying to stay soft all of my life  

I’ve been trying 

I said 

I am a 

I am a

I am a post-war love machine 

I am a 

I am a 

I am a post-war love machine