Water on the table
Floating radio
You don't know
Who this woman really is
Fold the clothes on the
White window sill
Just to wear them
Deep in the sand
It's quiet down the stairs
It's quieter than you have ever known
But up in here
The sweetest fire the mud the tears
The sweetest fire the mud the tears
Oh nothing on the walls
Nothing but the wood
My bare feet touching the stone
Holds herself
With both her hands
Tends to the burning
Born within
Carries a daughter
A sister, mother
All love exists
In her ocean
It's quiet down the stairs
It's quieter than you have ever known
But up in here
The sweetest fire the mud the tears
Oh nothing on the walls
Nothing but the wood
My bare feet touching the stone
Nothing on the walls
Nothing but the wood
My bare feet touching the stone
Nothing on the walls
Nothing but the wood
My bare feet touching the stone
