Melts in your mouth
Not  in your hands
It’s  not in your hands
It’s not in your hands

Family class and nation
Romantic  expectations
With  a duty to perform
For her man or for this fair land
But  scratching at the window
You can’t be heard

Melts on the carpet
Mess on the first night
She  will clean it up
She will clean it up

Melts her resistance
Seen through a rainy lens
She’s not in the cutting room
She’s not in the cutting room

Family class and nation
Romantic expectations
With a duty to perform
For her man or for this fair land
But scratching at the window
You can’t be heard
So you succumb
To the dumb processions
Of acts of faith
Of woman born
Of man slain
Do we have the power to will any other way
Come dance this day away away away (x3)

Melts her resistance
Seen through a rainy lens
She’s not in the cutting room
She’s not in the cutting room