Clay
from Spinner's Yarn by Micol Cazzell
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lyrics
Rise and shine my dear, you've crossed me for the last time
I told you one day you'd wake up, and I'd be gone; heading for the pines
So he took root in the hills
Out past the river in a boulder-strewn stretch of oak lawn
Where the sun bakes the ground
Until it cracks all around and love is found in the day's dawn
The streetlights whispered back and forth across the lawn
The moon rode high
The sprinklers hiss flashed in and out as he drove by
The moon's pale glow in his eye
And speeding past the morning fields of yellow grass and rows of vines
He found he'd wasted all his time
He knew he'd never turn around; didn't care to hear the sound
Of hatred blooming in his mind
Back at home she sits alone; her feet turned to clay
Oh they would not let her run
And every word she tried to say was led astray
By the blinding darkness of the sun.
I told you one day you'd wake up, and I'd be gone; heading for the pines
So he took root in the hills
Out past the river in a boulder-strewn stretch of oak lawn
Where the sun bakes the ground
Until it cracks all around and love is found in the day's dawn
The streetlights whispered back and forth across the lawn
The moon rode high
The sprinklers hiss flashed in and out as he drove by
The moon's pale glow in his eye
And speeding past the morning fields of yellow grass and rows of vines
He found he'd wasted all his time
He knew he'd never turn around; didn't care to hear the sound
Of hatred blooming in his mind
Back at home she sits alone; her feet turned to clay
Oh they would not let her run
And every word she tried to say was led astray
By the blinding darkness of the sun.
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Spinner's Yarn,
released 04 June 2010
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