Текст песни Anathallo - The Bruised Reed

Are you a bruised reed?
A smoldering flax?
Are you a broken branch?

Oh, and do you love it?
Do you love to forget like I do?

One will sift as wheat,
But one has come with robes
One will slice your ankle
Love, love, love

There are these sharp gold knives
In this space meant for affections,
Where the pink skin baby once belonged

When I speak, "I cough them out,
Gather them up in my arms,