"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?
How the music can free her, whenever it starts
And it's magic, if the music is groovy
It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie"
Grief is a long dark table
that calls for you to come to it alone.
Thief your heart into pieces.
Make music upon its wood over and over again
banging your hands upon it
until the knuckles bleed and heal and bleed again and again.