Heart of My Own

Under that burning ether that falls Down on these walls, burning 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 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 roam If I go, what do I hold? Oh, the maid or the mother I'll be If only the loom and the thread would hold 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 And 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 of 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, oh, 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 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 I have to sow In your verses that I am repeating The way that I was when I used to know