The Stove, the Lights, the Radio

Found mamma sitting on the floor picking at her stocking feet.
Her eyes were wet with alcohol, and there was lipstick on her teeth.
Mamma loves her baby girl–wraps her arms around her waist–
whispers softly into her baby face.

A little tune popped in her head–a little brash, a little sad–
she joined her mother on the ground, then took a pen and wrote it down:
“Charlie loves the way it smells when mamma lights a cigarette
spins it slowly into her fingertips.”

Just while she was falling off to sleep, it’s like it all turned on–it came alive, it freaked her out;
the stove, the lights, the radio–all the doors and windows opened.

Yeah she has sung this song before–all the same words, a few new chords–
where she quotes books she hasn’t read–poems she can’t understand:
“My cocoon tightens, colors tease,/ I’m feeling for the air;/
A dim capacity for wings/ Degrades the dress I wear.”

Just while she was falling off to sleep, it’s like it all turned on–it came alive, it freaked her out;
Just while she was falling off to sleep, it’s like it all turned on–it came alive, it freaked her out;
Just while she was falling off to sleep, it’s like it all turned on–it came alive, it freaked her out;
the stove, the lights, the radio–all the doors and windows opened.