in a mother's arms
she cradled me
she's a match
and here's a reason
to fear ignition:
ten to seven
left him waiting
this is control
my little ornament
spinning webs together
ripping them apart
Ornamentalin a mother's arms she cradled me she's a match and here's a reason to fear ignition: ten to seven left him waiting this is control my little ornament spinning webs together ripping them apart |