Tekster: Meryn Cadell. Round Table.

Where we fall when we fit in to
being less than perfect things
is somewhere in a line along us
from the weakest to the strong.
Skye went back to jail with no fight
Alyson is going home
to what or whom we do not know
I'm in love with something
that will not go away
I'm in love with someone
who will not go away
Evan ate a full meal today
Kept it down and saved the wrapping
Charlotte took a lighter to her
already cut hand.
you and I are sewn together
side by each and shut completely
If people did not say our names,
I swear I would not know.
I'm in love with something
that will not go away
I'm in love with someone
who will not go away
The party is gone
the money is gone
The fighting has started
the road is long.
Skye is on her own tonight
with sixty other women laughing
a hundred miles from where we sit
around a dying flame
When they put her into lockup
they hit her back and told her stand up
Stripped her down and gave her prison greys
and burned her clothes