Sisters

Auntie Rita in my eyes
Making tracks for me to find
Relay running's never done
With Auntie Rita in my eyes

She will find a buried song
She will set my hands on fire
Hands on fire, over again
Her to me, and me to them

And if the lane stops short
I won't die
I'm her sister
I won't die

When we were driving in her car
Fenced between found furniture
And clay clogs
Singing, "I've just seen her face" to her

I know how this space I fill
I've seen both sides, I know the drill
I hold the baton

And if the lane stops short
I won't die
I'm her sister
I won't die

And if the lane stops short
I won't die
I'm her sister
I won't die