Both eyes
Drinking cool water
Not the first daughter
So i cant see
Why youre wrestling with words
At last
A tradition youve long outclassed
Come true
For the new martyrs
With your hair parted
Like the Red Sea
Youre addressing the world from your bed
All alone in the crowd like you said
Come true
Its only divine right
Heres Leda
In her white glory
All her back-story
Has been wiped clean
Just another apocryphal mess
Never promised em anything less
So come true
These are safe waters
For the first daughter
So I cant see why
Youre pushing the pull that youve had
While the rest of the girls go bad
Slip back
Through the plot
For the new shock
Seeing us then
When we were the real people
Face down
In the old money
Left the crowd
Wondering what your
Next moves gonna be
In the moments ahead
While the rest of the girls go bad