Frankincense And Coal - Bibio

Mother, where’d it go?

Feeling like without the weather

Lost before it’s home

Dreams are seldom like a medal

When you fight like

Money hits you like a hammer

Paying to be poor

Sticks and stones and broken summer

Mother, where’d it go?

Cobwebs hold you like a hammer

Made you fit the cold

Smoke and beams and silence ember

Frankincense and coal