Family Treet

Lyrics

Melts in your mouth But not in your hands It's not in your hands It's not in your hands Family, class, and nation Romantic expectations With a duty to perform for her man Or for this fair land But scratching at the window You can't be heard Melts on the carpet Mess on the first night She will clean it up She will clean it up Melts her resistance Seen through a rainy lens She isn't in the cutting room She's not in the cutting room Family class and nation Romantic expectations With a duty to perform for her man Or for this fair land But scratching at the window You can't be heard So you succumb To the dumb processions Of acts of faith Of woman born Of man slain Do we have the power to will any other way Come dance this day away away away Come dance this day away away away Come dance this day away away away (Come dance this day away) Melts her resistance Seen through a rainy lens She's not in the cutting room (she's not in the cutting room) She's not in the cutting room