wet earth Lyrics

Today i learned to build a fire

With wet earth and magnesium

And this evening, as i lay curled

He will not love me

The work of my hands this day unfolding

Again and again behind my drifting thoughts

Crack of dried twigs beneath my finger

Careful, careful, leaning

Flight of ember, shock of flame

I will try again and again

But still he will not love me

I was and am

Thinking of his sweet face

And the path the first tear

Drew along it

The brush of his beard and the rise

Of his skin beneath damp cotton

These things smoulder

Maybe they're too fresh to burn

But what if i could unfold this the way

My mind's hands keep snapping twigs

As i gather up the ends of my day

A motion and consequence, a crackle

Flight of embers, shock of flame

I will try again and again

But no, he will not love me

He will not love me

He will not love me

But no

I will try again and again