The Valleys Lyrics

On the bus, your hair pulled back

Your fingers tapping on a screen

Your lips are chapped, your jaw is slack

Your eyes linger, they're wide and green

Walk to the park just to spark up

And be judged by pedestrians

Talk to the smoke in joking tones

This cigarette is your best friend

The wound is shut and scabbed

but still not healed as skin has not regrown

It opened up, I opened up

You did not stay, I did not go

I pulled and stilled the black reduced the smoke

To air that's light and green

Across mountains reduced, flattened

To plains, to dales, to valleys

But in the ease of cleaning I've

Been reduced to simplicity

I often wish I'd dragged the burn

To scab the skin, the hands, the feet

This reedy air does not compare

To the depth of all your smoke

I heat up, don't heed enough

You did not stay, I did not go

Draw the curtains, sage the room

Clawing to be drained of you

Singe my lungs and stop the plug

Fill the bath up like a tomb

Pulling on the edge of youth

Pathetically pushing you to

Give in to me like I have

Given everything I am to you

The wound is shut and scabbed

but still not healed as skin has not regrown

It opened up, I opened up

You did not stay, I did not go

This reedy air does not compare

To the depth of all your smoke

I heat up, don't heed enough

You did not stay, I did not go