She combs her hair with her fingers
She calls the living and the dead
She goes though time holding
The passionate hand of the wind
She wears the death upon her head
Remembering how she’s made
She’s made of death
She’s made of wildness
She’s made of the same seed as the other man
She’s made of death
She’s made of blood and murder
She is the coat and the coat hanger
She combs her hair with her fingers
She calls the living and the dead
She gives them a melody
And then she gives them a name
She wears the past upon her head
Remembering how she’s made
She’s made of death
She’s born of wildness
She’s made of the same seed as the other man
She’s made of death
She’s made of blood and murder
She’s the coat and the coat hanger