They had problems with their father's law.

They sleep in the back of a feminist bookstore.

The eldest sister keeps a midnight vigil.

The youngest sister she's not spiritual.

Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair.

Why don't I introduce you

I'm sure they won't mind.

But don't you dare, laugh at their collections

Handed down, handed down for love.

The middle sister gets her period blood

The flood of love. The flood of love

Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair

The afternoon world, the bees have stung the softball girls.

The midnight world, the crystal ball down the wooden hall.

The treehouse stands, their early childhood, were treehouse plans.

And right above,

The Clarke Sisters, handed down to love

Handed down to love. Handed down to love