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.