Lavender Burning

Staring out into the shifting darkness

Trying to get a name to the place where my heart is

A country of shadows, hard to tell where the start is

I miss New York, and that's the loneliest feeling

To be on a road and not know where it's leading

Fixated on a hole that once held my whole being

Watching my grandmother walk in her garden

She's lost her hearing, does not notice the cardinal

I hold fast to the hours before the obvious parting

I miss New York, but I don't wanna think about leaving

I'm out on the road, and it's losing all of its meaning

Just trying to fill this hole that once held my whole being

Is this all there is

Is this all there is

Is this all there is

Burning lavender over the oven

Filling the space with a strange kind of lovin'

Look after me now

'Cause I'm a lost woman