and she curls her fingers   and shakes like a baby   she's always been   uneasy in the dark      she twists like a radio   the frequencies weaving   the sanctuary of her restless mind   and she takes one more breath   from the diving bell      she floats by the window   a dress hung out on the line   she's always been weak in the knees   she bends like a photograph   the chemicals bleeding    and trades her courage for the tie that binds    her to take one more breath   from the diving bell      finally asleep she is sold   each breath for a handsome price   lying hand in hand, side by side   a woman and her sacrifice      she twists like a radio   an ocean of static   endlessly drowning   a heart designed    to take one more breath   from the diving bell   and she takes one more breath   from the diving bell