Heart of My Own

Under 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

I 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.