A Cellar Door

I haven't done anything wrong today I haven't done anything at all Here in my dress until the evening falls A safety net a cellar door To house these ancient thoughts Watch me comb my hair With a blunt knife How do I look In the dimming light I haven't done anything bad today Except to watch the shadows play Tug at the edges of my pleated skirt Pull my knees towards the dirt To spill these ancient thoughts Watch me trace my lips With a sharp knife How do I look in the last light I've gone out for a walk At the bottom of the ocean floor There's more to see than from the shore Don't wait for me to call See I've something that I'm looking for And it's not in those empty halls I've pressed my ears against your walls And nothing calls This is a quiet war To save these ancient thoughts Watch me cut my hair With a sharp knife How do I look in the white light