I hold your hand while you're holding up the candle You understand what you're bold enough to handle You understand what to say My beautiful girl My beautiful girl A dollar-store, rubber Jesus on the mantle You stash your pills at the bottom of his sandals His feet are wearing away My beautiful girl My beautiful girl My beautiful girl My beautiful girl For the world You've come this far Deep into the dark we go Hell was painted on your arms People live with scars I know Your mama screamed when you thought she couldn't scream more Your daddy's deaf so he never heard the screen door You walk the old desert road My beautiful girl My beautiful girl My beautiful girl My beautiful girl