and she curls her fingersnand shakes like a babynshe's always beennuneasy in the darknnshe twists like a radionthe frequencies weavingnthe sanctuary of her restless mindnand she takes one more breathnfrom the diving bellnnshe floats by the windowna dress hung out on the linenshe's always been weak in the kneesnshe bends like a photographnthe chemicals bleeding nand trades her courage for the tie that binds nher to take one more breathnfrom the diving bellnnfinally asleep she is soldneach breath for a handsome pricenlying hand in hand, side by sidena woman and her sacrificennshe twists like a radionan ocean of staticnendlessly drowningna heart designed nto take one more breathnfrom the diving bellnand she takes one more breathnfrom the diving bell