Gabardine roses and tortured vines The sun has been hiding all this time I thought that I’d see you again somehow But the dirt is your lover now
And outside the allnight 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 And its 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? Cos the dirt is your lover now