A Dagger Through the Heart of St. Angele

Plaid skirts that hide love
Walk in single file
Ties that restrict blood to the brain

Passing notes in math class
Freedom wear your scars of desire
It's a coming of age story
Freedom wear your scars of desire
Conflicting impulses
Freedom wear your scars of desire
Concealed regrets bent the sky
Bent (bent) the (the) sky (sky)

I've read this book before

Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass
Waiting for the three o'clock bell

I'm trying hard to forget that cold October day
When love challenged freedom to a fist fight
Freedom looked victorious
But no one was expecting the outcome on that baseball diamond
When love reached beneath her plaid jumper
And drew out a switch blade, and drove it
Directly through the heart of Saint Angeles

Go, any notion of self-government
Was left by love bleeding
On the pitcher's mound
You're (so you say you're scaring me)
Scaring me
And bleeding on the pitcher's mound (and you won't be there to catch me)

Proud love, on the