Why-O Lyrics

Why-O, why-O

Sweet flower you won't bloom

The way I need you to bloom

The mothers speaking to the mirror all night

Boilerplate that is as tired as a pilot light

"Did I do you right?

When you were young and on the vine"

"Were you spared the blight?"

Her cry pierces and incites the night

A storms picking up, alright

But the mountain is heavy,

It stays where it likes

The shutters fly open

Awaking the maiden

Coming in from the seas

Waterspouts spitting seeds

Making a city deep down in the roots

In a vision to see

"Were you spared the blight?"

Her cry pierces and incites the night

A storms picking up, alright

But the mountain is heavy,

It stays where it likes

Why-O, why-O

Does this soothsayer come to me as a crone?

A wise woman

But somehow we don't trust a woman who knows what she knows

The vision she's come to bear

Is one most every mother of all time has feared

That her child is not to be spared

Should she, lured with enchantment, voyage to the field

But there she will bloom

The way she needs to bloom