Heart Of My Own

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.