Lady Lamb - Mezzanine lyrics
[Lady Lamb - Mezzanine lyrics]
There's a ghost, a ghost in the mezzanine
And she's soaked, soaked in a glimmering
Sort of bone, her bones, and I'm blathering
To count all her freckles
To kiss her bare ankles
The breath of the bread while it bakes
How I ache, I ache in the pit of me
I awake, awake with this fear in me
How it makes, makes a fool out of me
With it's knife how it carves the
Seeds out of my heart
For to plant in the soil for to feast
You are sweet, sweet as a nectarine
When you speak, speak softly and gracefully
Oh to me, you could quite possibly be
The death of my dread
And the songs in my head
Could at last find their place and be sung
And she's soaked, soaked in a glimmering
Sort of bone, her bones, and I'm blathering
To count all her freckles
To kiss her bare ankles
The breath of the bread while it bakes
How I ache, I ache in the pit of me
I awake, awake with this fear in me
How it makes, makes a fool out of me
With it's knife how it carves the
Seeds out of my heart
For to plant in the soil for to feast
You are sweet, sweet as a nectarine
When you speak, speak softly and gracefully
Oh to me, you could quite possibly be
The death of my dread
And the songs in my head
Could at last find their place and be sung