Sisters

Auntie Rita in my eyes Making tracks for me to find Relay running's never done With Auntie Rita in my eyes She will find a buried song She will set my hands on fire Hands on fire, over again Her to me, and me to them And if the lane stops short I won't die I'm her sister I won't die When we were driving in her car Fenced between found furniture And clay clogs Singing, "I've just seen her face" to her I know how this space I fill I've seen both sides, I know the drill I hold the baton And if the lane stops short I won't die I'm her sister I won't die And if the lane stops short I won't die I'm her sister I won't die