Thea Gilmore - Dirt Is Your Lover Now lyrics

Gabardine roses, tortured vines The sun has been hiding all this time Thought that I'd see you again somehow But the dirt is your lover now And outside the all night in an orchestra of rain You fell in love with a hurricane You were torn like a road map and lost in the crowd And the dirt is your lover now Fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too So many things in this sad little world grow back Except for you The streets of my home town still look the same But behind shaking fingers they're whispering your name It's funny the tears that time will allow But the dirt is your lover now Fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too So many things in this sad little world grow back Except for you There are fists on the front page and blood in the sky There's no shoulder strong enough when the clouds start to cry Did you propose to the bedrock on your way underground? 'Cause the dirt is your lover now Yeah, the dirt is your lover now