As I washed the blood off she yelled at me   though no blows had been struck   and she still looked so serene   then she started to cry   then she burst out laughing   then three sharp words in that warrior's tongue   I'd learned them well   through this night in hell      "I'm not ashamed of my body   I never said you hurt me   with your faithless wit and your aimless guile   and your [fall from] hands and your shame faced smile   Everything you touch is gonna TURN TO DUST!"      Not a stone will stand upon a stone   Not a stone will stand upon a stone      As I washed the blood off she laughed at me   and asked whose reincarnation I might be   I said, "I'm not your father   or the-two legged beast who scarred you   though I have done great wrongs of my own."      They were long ago   so how could you know?      I never asked for your pity   That's just as well if you ask me   Then the lights went out   and a rumble built to become a roar   but she screamed, "It's you!   Every day you wake is gonna end in hate!"      Not a stone will stand upon a stone   Not a stone will stand upon a stone      I didn't know what to do   How could I tell her the truth?   I climbed up out of her hall   and went to sleep on the roof   When I woke up to the sun   her brother brought me some food   and we played cards until 'noon   Five stories up from [...?]      The pools of blood and the blasted rocks   and the children screaming who will never stop   and the blast of heat   and the stench of gas   and the lost dogs fighting over human scraps   and she called to us from the street beneath   "My footloose ways will be the death of me!"   and she took the hand of a drunk militia captain      Not a stone will stand upon a stone   Not a stone will stand upon a stone      As I washed the blood off she spat at me   and said it's about time you died   My outbound train gave a sickening lurch   and I hung my head and cried   For shame I sat and cried   I could not help but cry