Young Wife کے بول

I keep you in the cataracts Inside the blindness of my eyes Oh, celestial body Barricade this blown out divide And with your hands that built the roof Set the tea in the kettle to brew I made my soul good by trusting the bees And I made my life simple by learning what I can't keep In ribboned and colorful ways I learned to compromise with 13 teeth pressed to my side I am your young wife I am your young wife