This Mortal Coil

My father always promised us that we would live in France.
We'd go boating on the Seine
And I would learn to dance.
We lived in Ohio then.
He worked in the mines.
All his dreams, like boats
We knew We'd sail in time.
My sister's all grew up and went away,
To Denver and Cheyenne.
Marrying their grown up dreams, the lilacs and the man.
I stayed behind, the youngest still only danced alone.
Hoping
Hoping
That my father's dreams would someday take me home.
I live in Paris now, my children dance and dream.
Hearing the ways of a miner's life,
In words they never say.
I sail my memories of home,
Like boats across the Seine.
And watch my father's eyes
Watching the setting sun
Set in my father's eyes again

I'm living but I'm feeling numb.
Can see it in my stare.
I wear a mask so falsely numb and I don't know who I am.
Despite the worlds inside of me thwarting me away.
I've noticed in other eyes, time's closing in.
But when the thunder breaks it breaks for you and me.
Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula.
The future's looking rather grim.
Strange black tide.
Decisions lie with stupid men.
Alone with my life.
That choking and the hype in me expecting me to fall.
But only if I'm threatened will the tables turn.
But when the thunder breaks it breaks for you and me.
Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula
My world's under a sentence of death, I was born underground.
But when the pressure gets too much for me, I bite.

Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow"

I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing, "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you:
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you"

"Billy, Billy, we just had a baby"

In my life the piano sings
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings.
Fiery rain and Ruby's cooling sun.
Now I see that my world has only begun.
Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings...
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings.

(repeat above)