The Dirt is Your Lover Now - Thea Gilmore

Gabardine roses, 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 all-night 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

And the streets of my home town still look the same

But behind shaking fingers they’re whispering your name

And it’s funny the tears that time will allow

‘Cause 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, 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?

‘Cause the dirt is your lover now

Yeah, the dirt is your lover now