Turtleshell Eyes - Marina Evans
Soft spoken women with turtleshell eyes
Hang out their linen in disguise
While they are working they check and refer
To texts that are lurking in rafters
When those great beams give in
With a heavy sigh
The needles seams and pins
Will have to rely
On the memories of the hands
Whose heads lost in reverie don't understand
Just what they're doing or who they will touch
Sweating and sewing they lose so much
While the big man upstairs
Looks upon his minions
He neither thinks nor cares about anything
But his millions
Of us taking without giving back
The rope she's a-breaking without any slack
But me I'm just talking to you from a stool
Instead of walking in the boots of a fool
Don't you follow me on
On this ambling way
Better your words acted upon
Than emptily said
We're all just standing still
Following our eyes down the hill
This world is ours to kill
Tell me now have you ever found
A cheaper thrill
A cheaper thrill oh
Woo oh
