Under that burning ether that falls
Down on these walls
Burnin my arms
I've been alone
When I sat by you
For every word I could undo
I've been uncrossed
and I've been untrue
I've been the thorn
I've been the heart
The heart of my own
Burn it down low
The light in your verse
And the shadow between
The way that I was when I used to roam
If I go
What do I hold?
Oh the maid or the mother I'll be
If only the loom and the thread would hold.
It is work to be dancing out here
If tomorrow I'm mending the empty bonds.
There are the roses that come without seekin'
There are the ones that I have to sow.
In your verses that I am repeating
The way that I was when I used to know.
I wrote on these walls
A simple charm
To keep the wolves at bay
Gave all my heart
The strength of my arms
To hold you close and safe
But I kept my eyes closed
Now I'll never know
Where the shadows are these days
I stood in the room of a house divided
Ah, and it washed away from me.
It washed away from me, oh,
And It washed away from me.
It washed away to take my own
Burn it down low
The light in your verse
And the shadow between
The way that I was when I used to roam
If I go
What do I hold?
Oh the maid or the mother I'll be
If only the loom and the thread would hold.
It is work to be dancing out here if
Tomorrow I'm mending the empty bonds
There are the roses that come without seeking
They are the ones that I have to sow
In your verses that I am repeating
The way that I was when I used to know.