I haven't found an illusion That works for me I haven't found a common ground That stays beneath my feet I'm in sinking sand And the Promised Land Is barely a mirage Too small to fall apart And God is still a man And I'm still fearful of his plans I haven't found a season That splits my seed I feel the corners curling here Between my sheets Dressed in cotton wool A baby tooth a plastic pearl And when this pale chest is full I'll pluck you out song And you can sing along I cut of all my hair to find the boy in me I twisted up my legs to hide the best of me I'm a greedy girl And my limbs are full Why don't you come into my room And see what you can use