Heart of My Own

Basia Bulat

Under that burning ether that falls
Down on these walls
Burning my arms
I've been alarmed of what is said 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 heart

But the 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 know
If I go, what do I hold?
Oh, the maid or the mother I'll be
If only the loom and the thread were whole
It is work to be dancing out here
If tomorrow I'm mending the empty bones
There are roses that come without seeking
There are the ones that I have to sow
In your verses that I am repeating
The way that I was when I used to know

I wrote on these walls a simple charm to keep the wolves at bay
Gave all my 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
And it washed away from me
Oh, and it washed away from me

Oh, and it washed away from me
It washed away from me 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 know
If I go, what do I hold?
Oh, the maid or the mother I'll be
If only the loom and the thread were whole
It is work to be dancing out here
If tomorrow I'm mending the empty bones
There are roses that come without seeking
There are the ones that I have to sow
In your verses that I am repeating
The way that I was when I used to know