Song Description

A young foster child was taken in by my family and conservative living clashed with this wild child. But we really loved her, and to this day wonder where she is and how she'd doing.

Lyrics

She came to us the eve of Christmas
Her eyes were stockings filled with coal
And with a smile built like a gieser
You never knew when it might blow

She took to darkness in the basement
Music of pipes her lullaby
I guess it was the closet likeness
to chaos on which she relied

Michelle, God knows you well
A martyr to mistakes your mother made
Michelle, where are you now?
You never stole a thing except my heart

Come January her eyes darkened
a sadness sweet like licorice
permeated through the family,
we came to love her soon enough

She'd take you in her lungs like incense
and hold you there till you were warm
Then with a violent push she'd exhale
and leave you where you started from

Michelle - was bent for hell
A martyr to mistakes your father made
Micehelle - where are you now?
You never stole a thing except my heart

She kept ciggerettes and opiates for friends
and a lover in her bed just for amusement
But for all the love we gave
you can't keep a wild thing caged
so when next winter came -she moved on again

I saw a black crow on my window - with wings for flight as dark as hell
I thought of her too soon a woman, trapped in a broken child's shell
Another cold, another christmas - we gathered around the evergreen
and a dirty light, more bright then tinsel - filtered down onto her seat.

Michelle - God knows you well
In retreating to your house you left your home
Michelle - where are you now?
You never stole a thing except my heart