Sculpture Lyrics

Cedarwood and rosemary

Pretty words don’t mean a thing

Drinking on my own it makes me feel low

Your old hat still on the sill

There’s some things that I’m afraid to

Say out loud in case they become true

Sculpture on the mantelpiece

A woman stands holding my gaze

If someone sculpted me right now I would turn away

Heavy as the earthen clay

I feel brittle, soft and shy

Sculpt me gently around you

Send me back into the kiln

It was morning when I let you in

But now it’s dark outside again

I wanna hide in my wardrobe

Like I did when I was five

Sculpture in the garden bed

A woman lies down on her back

If someone sculpted me right now I’d be running

High fire glaze, December sun

Eyes cast far on the horizon

Turn me gently towards you

Tell me that I’m safe here

Draw me any way that you want me

Draw me with a frown

I’m dancing in my stubborn stained

Blue hand-me-down