Heidi doesn't hurt when you swallow her
She's smooth as silk, drawn like butter
The cup she lifts, sips and swallows

So good so warm...

She ploughs the fields for diamonds
It never hurts her
She rakes the land, the moon turning full and young

Swallowing deeply
She ingests the day's work
Her pockets full of salt
Toes in the sand

She doesn't hurt when you swallow her
She loves glass, silver bracelets
Wooden toys
Rooftops in London
Old hats with the brims chewed off
Long-ago

Pink slippers and young minks
Such high fashion
Sliding into a blue place
Where the light always hides

Dirty and young...

Setting off for the firing range,
The open firing range, setting off
For the firing range,
In the Evening

Two lumps of sugar, please
She will not hurt you
Sliding into a blue place,
The light a chasing,
Dirty and young,
With a holster and her gun,
A holster and her gun
A holster and her gun
She will run she will run...

The sugar and chocolate
She built her home on,
Subject to wind
Subject to sun

A nibble here, a lick there,
And shelterless at last
Heidi learned to drink it,
The milk of fruition
Eat the fruits of her labors

The milk of fruition runs deep in her veins
A lump of clay there
Waiting to be set afire
And hardened as fearless

A nibble here, a lick there,
And shelterless at last
Heidi learned to drink it,
The milk of fruition,
Eat the fruit of her labors