Under that bird
Beneath that falls
Down on these walls
Burnin my arms
I've been alone
When I sat by you

For every word I could undo
I've been uncrossed
and I've been untrue
I've been the thorn
I've been the hunt

With a heart of my own
Burn it down low
The light in your verse
And the shadow between
The way that I was when I used to roam

Back home
What do I hold?
For the maid or the mother I'll be
If only the loom and a thread will hold.
It is work too but as that I hear it
Tomorrow I'll mend it
The empty bones.

There are the roses that come without seekin'
They are the ones that I have to sow.
In your verses that I have repeated
The way that I was when I used to know.

I wrote on these walls
A simple charm
To keep the wounds at bay
Gave of a heart
The strength of my arms
To hold you close and safe

But I kept my eyes closed
I'll never know
Where the shadows are these days
I stood in the room of a house divided

Ah, and it washed away from me.
It washed away from me, oh,
And It washed away from me.
It washed away to take my own
Burn it down low

The light in your verse
And the shadow between
The way that I was when I used to roam

Back home
What do I hold?
For the maid or the mother I'll be
If only the loom and a thread will hold.
It is work too but as that I hear it

Tomorrow I meant it
The empty bones
There are the roses that come without sinkin
They are the ones that I have to sow
In your verses that I have repeated
The way that I was when I used to know.


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  • +2
    Lyric CorrectionUnder that burning ether that falls
    Down on these walls
    Burning my arms
    I've been alarmed of what is said by you.
    For every word I could undo
    I've been uncrossed, and I've been untrue
    I've been the thorn, I've been the heart.

    But the heart of my own - burn it down low
    The light in your verse and the shadow between
    The way that I was when I used to know.
    If I go, what do I hold?
    Oh, the maid or the mother I'll be
    If only the loom and the thread were whole.
    It is work to be dancing out here
    If tomorrow I'm mending the empty bones.
    There are roses that come without seeking,
    There are the ones that I have to sow
    In your verses that I am repeating
    The way that I was when I used to know.

    I wrote on these walls a simple charm to keep the wolves at bay.
    Gave all my heart the strength of my arms
    To hold you close and safe.
    But I kept my eyes closed, I'll never know
    Where the shadows are these days.
    I stood in the room of a house divided
    And it washed away from me
    Oh, and it washed away from me.

    Oh, and it washed away from me
    It washed away from me to take my own.

    Burn it down low -
    The light in your verse and the shadow between
    The way that I was when I used to know.
    If I go, what do I hold?
    Oh, the maid or the mother I'll be
    If only the loom and the thread were whole.
    It is work to be dancing out here
    If tomorrow I'm mending the empty bones.
    There are roses that come without seeking,
    There are the ones that I have to sow
    In your verses that I am repeating
    The way that I was when I used to know.

    Basia Bulat - Vocals, Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Erik Arnesen - Banjo
    Bobby Bulat - Percussion
    Holly Colsh - Backing Vocals
    Michael Javorski - Backing Vocals
    Jen Reimer - French Horn
    Allison Stewart - Viola, Backing Vocals
    Miles Perkin - Upright Bass
    NoCodeMosquitoon June 29, 2011   Link
  • 0
    Lyric CorrectionI think from listening to this song repeatedly, I may have a correction for some of the lyrics. I believe it to be:
    "Back home, What do I hold? For the maid or the mother I'll be, if only the loom and a thread will hold. It is work too, and as that I hear it, tomorrow I mend it: the empty bones. There are roses that come without seekin'. They are the ones that I have to sow..."

    Its a tough part to discern, but I think That is closer to what it actually is.


    On a more interpretive note, I think this is one of the most poetic and musically moving songs I've ever heard. Basia Bulat has such a great command of her thoughts and how she expresses them is vivid and original. The images she uses, like the idea of the loom and the thread, as either a mother or a maid express a crossroads of sorts. Then she continues the image, with "tomorrow I mend it, the empty bones" depicts a feeling of indecision, which ends tomorrow. The roses represent rights of passage in life which whether we mean to our not, at one point become important to us in our lives. (ie: becoming a mother or not) Just a few thoughts... I hope everyone else enjoys this song as much as I do.
    chelseaparkon March 06, 2010   Link

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