Up North

(альбом: Songs Whistled Through White Teeth - 2006)

Do you chew till the day
Is as loose as your teeth
Till the sand in your shoes
Is a muse that you choose
'Cause the kids from your womb are

The dirt from your sheets
And to know that you're done with
You're sewing my sheets
'Cause there came a year when
The bones that you're made of
The clothes that you made
Were not cheaper that way

Slow your dance
Darling please, slow down, mmm
Stop your strutting, mmm
Calm those fingers now
Ah mmmhmm
Ah mmmhmm

Do you stare with your eyes
And things gone awry
You fear that your shadow
Will grow when die
And the salt of the skin was
The stranger within
The arms round your knees
Are big, can you please

Slow your dance
Momma please, slow down, mmm
Stop your strutting, mmm
Calm those fingers now

Slow your dance
Momma please, slow down, mmm
Stop your strutting, mmm
Calm those fingers now