Paroles de Dolores
Radio’s droningDulled out by the intercom on fire
Guiding the evening’s choreography
Katie has her hand in a young man’s chest
Stain on her white shoes that won’t wash out
So usual
Not even the last pair this year
Down the hallway -- cries rise and fall
In between the nearly constant sirens
Someone turns on the news like we need it
It’s just another white man with a grudge
Break room sits empty
Like our hearts are draining in the waiting room
You think of your daughter
And her wedding
You know life isn’t long enough
Shirt speckled red
Holding onto a young girl’s hand
So frail & cold
So casual
Not even the last one today
They’re praying for you
Everyone here is dead or dying
You know there’s nothing we could do if we tried
Isn’t that good enough?
Not even the last pair this year
Down the hallway -- cries rise and fall
In between the nearly constant sirens
Someone turns on the news like we need it
It’s just another white man with a grudge
Break room sits empty
Like our hearts are draining in the waiting room
You think of your daughter
And her wedding
You know life isn’t long enough
Shirt speckled red
Holding onto a young girl’s hand
So frail & cold
So casual
Not even the last one today
They’re praying for you
Everyone here is dead or dying
You know there’s nothing we could do if we tried
Isn’t that good enough?
