歌词
Where the two fault lines meet
Hung from a tree upside down
Blood rushing to my head
Trying to feed myself
Can I worship your body?
Live inside your skin?
With one hand tight round your heart
Sleeping inside your womb
Claw marks all over my back
Blood rushing to my head
A grave, grave of your own
Sing me a homecoming tale
When do you show your face? Is it in the trees looking down?
Roots wrap around our songs and plant seeds. I'll write this down in the morning
I did what you asked me. Now I'm not sure that you ever spoke to me at all,
Scenes of deep red, green fields and I'm home again
But I'm still confused.
