Martha Wainwright - Maker

My Maker (title)
My brother, my sister, my lover, my maker
Did someone here fake it, someone here fate it
Did someone here take it, someone here make it
Someone here steal it, someone here lease it

It's under the table where we used to take it
The briar, the bracken, the ebb flow the cold shoulder

I've been seen crossing
Somebody else's mind

So I'm dreaming, let's start at the endings
Of love and sex, it's a strange one, often a staged one (?)
Maybe we can get it on the ground (?)
The story is a new one, it's based on a re-run
You wouldn't have known it if I hadn't brought it up
Oh, maybe we should just let it go
Oh no