They met when he was in a hospital 
He whispered "I ain't got no heart" into the room 

She said "I'll make you smile again" and made an airplane 
Our of some pretty words, put in a spoon 

He said "I'll never see again… My eyes are sorta twisted 
inwards, deep into my throat" 

She said "Don't worry babe, I'll open up your jam, 
I'll open up my pretty self" and laid down on the road. 

She said "how do you know? Maybe you are" 

She peeled his skin away, so every day he'd cry 
And in those years he'd lie to find some peace 

She broke from all his words, but she was made of mercury 
She'd come together later, piece by piece 

And it became a game they played, under the blankets 
In the bed, pretending she was small and he was big. 

She became so small he could lift her, body, heart and 
all, 
He held her up naked; she was just his fig, just his fig. 

She said "how do you know? Maybe you are