Tell Them That She’s Not Scared

I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don't tell me that you're scared...

Wake, wake, wake her
From this sea of white linens and
Extract the drugs from her dreams
And sew her seams with delicateness
'Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that I live for
You'd kill for
The angels would die for
And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings
They whispered
They whispered...

I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don't tell me that you're scared

Alert the sawbones
Tell them that she's not scared
She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers
Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight out of here
This is only a test, she said
Broadcasting from hospital beds

With a relic in her right hand
She rushes to the front line
Stricken by the wounds across her chest
The angels swear she's blessed with this medical test
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for
We die for
I know that she's bound for
And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct
She whispered
She whispered...

The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home
With a handful of bullet shells