I have been quiet so long the silence grew a skin I wore it like a kindness I wore it like a sin I used to know my own name in the dark, by feel alone Now I trace the outline and find somebody else's bone I kept giving til the giving became all I was made of And hollow doesn't echo it just aches I'm down to marrow down to bone I gave the rest away and I went home alone You can take what's left of me if you take it like a prayer but there's nothing in this body nothing left to spare I say I'm fine the way the hanged say "loose" I smile until the muscle tears I call the tearing use There's a word for women like me who give until the giving's gospel we call it grace we call it grace we never call it hollow I kept giving til the giving became all I was made of And hollow doesn't echo it just aches I'm down to marrow down to bone I gave the rest away and I went home alone You can take what's left of me if you take it like a prayer but there's nothing in this body nothing left to spare Maybe love was never the well Maybe I was the water and everyone around me was thirsty and I kept saying drink I'm not thirsty drink until I wasn't Where do I go when there's nothing left to pour Where do I GO when the pouring was the proof I was worth something more Tell me where I go Tell me where I GO because the woman that I was didn't leave she dissolved she dissolved I'm down to marrow down to bone and maybe bare is the only honest thing I've known Not the gift, not the grace just the ache I never showed you I'm not the garden anymore I'm just the ground I'm just the ground I'm just the ground
