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