Chamomile

(альбом: Chamomile - 2016)

You had it coming
Something for nothing
Shaky hands cup the water and chamomile leaves
You labeled the jars wrong
Complacent songs, sour tongues sing along

Dust the skirting boards, sweep the vinyl floors
Soak it up in a garden of chamomile my love
You've been working at your smile
It's cold and mild
It ain't worthwhile

Struck by light, cold harsh and white
Seen from space in a garden of chamomile flowers
I'll slip through the hole in your chest
Watch your steps
Wasps in a nest

Shoulders chipping
Call the cops in your head
They can shakedown, scare the thoughts out again
When your husband comes home, he will turn in your bed
I heard the drawers on the floor
And the downstairs door, we're done for

Rip the leaves off the trees
Made to keep sounds in the homes full of holes
See the pink smoke out chimneys from the gingerbread cities
Where the invites fall flat
Eyes glued to windows and ears stuck to speakers
Just to stay intact
Well bad luck for black cats

Static shocks on the locks
I'll keep you captive in cups of hot chamomile my love
Speak between sips, speak so soft
Your love is lost
But you're not