Lyrics:

A song that’s both growling and pleading at the same time, “Marrow” hints at the sonic grooves St. Vincent would later explore in her selftitled release.
Muscle connects to the bone
And bone to the ire and the marrow
I wish I had a gentle mind and a spine made up of iron

Mouth connects to the teeth
And teeth to the loves and the curses
Honey, can you reach the spots that need oiling and fixing?

H-E-L-P
Help me, help me
H-E-L-P
Help me, help me

Muscle connects to the bone
And bone to the ire and the marrow
So I pretend there aren't ten strings tied to all ten of my fingers

H-E-L-P
Help me, help me

If you want, we could go somewhere else

H-E-L-P
H-E-L-P
H-E-L-P
H-E-L-P