Sarasvati (Lambert Mary)

You are Sanskrit on my skin Peel me open Till I am nothing but a whisper Name yourself Sinner I only play for pennies And I don't play for sinners I play for sadness; I play for dead things Pull the bones from the sockets Please be softer while you do it For I am fragile and vacant Sarasavati sung me to sleep I rested my head against my knee And the music I like goes up and down Like bobbing bodies in the riverbed They say 'Mary, why are your songs so sad? Look at the luck and fortune you've had. Why do you cry at night? Pull the bones from the sockets Please be softer while you do it For I am fragile and vacant You can take my body and tongue and organs Whisper into my skin like Death does already done and stuff I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you; I swear to God that's how they make stars. Oooh Pull the bones from the sockets Please be softer while you do it For I am fragile and vacant