Testo The Midwife

I hear you've got a child somewhere

A castaway; a little ape

A drift on the waves


And if I was a servant girl

Would you treat me the same?

Blow the dust from my grave?

Keep the IV in me?

Chase the critters away?



You mother was of a crippled heart

Lost her crutch in the dark
Crawled a mile too far

Washed up by the beach

Now she tends to the sea

Starfish, anemone



Other misplaced things (Repeat)



She bends by degrees so gracefully

Picking up twigs, wild seeds



It's all the same to me (Repeat)