Bel Plaine - Flour Drawing lyrics

The berries on the way home from the barn Stop running the wasp won't do you no harm The faces I would make, baking the cake with my mom I wanted to grow up, drink in a cup, dig a pond My father tapping the blade in the foam He's sweaty, his leather hands green as the lawn Now take me to the woods, show me the ruins, make a bow I wanted to achieve, call me naive, I'll prove you wrong And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hall I can't decide which one should better fall And all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderly I keep them all inside our sacred ship My brothers breaking the slates on the roof They're sweaty, who hit the ball, speak the truth Now pick out your disguise, choose the right size young indian We'll climb up the old trees, what's overseas, leave your land And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hall I can't decide which one should better fall And all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderly I keep them all inside our sacred ship And now that I'm older, with my head and my heart I'll make you king and queen I won't resign 'til you get what you've bet