Butterscotch Lyrics

Fever dreaming 'bout a Steller's call

Evergreens don't grow in Cardonal

So I don't feel close to you

And maybe that's good for me

'Cause I've been down and out and broke my spine

I can talk about that any time

And you're so good at asking

And I'm certain that's good for me

Never felt so warm in winter

Never knew how sweet the smell of Jeffrey pine

To be so close to all these lips and eyes

And still feel so alone way deep inside

You've convinced me when the days are hot

The air in Quincy smells like butterscotch

John Martyn singing in the village green

"Happy as a man can naturally be"

Without Mary Jane, sugar cane, slipped between the bars

If I weren't so inane, I'd let you fly and wouldn't try so hard

So feed the dragon on the sunrise stove

This little green house is always caught without its clothes

When snow falls, these little walls are colder than the eyes

Of every burned-out lover who used to keep another warm at night

Sun on my face in winter

A crack in the ice, "Quick, get down on all fours"

I only have to let you talk

Now the water's warm and the trees are butterscotch

As sure as live oaks keep their leaves

As strong as roots that spread down underneath

Appreciated for your weakest parts

Segregated for the things you aren't

And there are so many things I'll never be

How did you make peace with it so easily

Morning shouts with the sound of trains

This city makes shadows and your redwood trees make shade

Filling up an empty thought

With the warmest word for me, butterscotch