Heather Nova - Sugar |
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Sugar
Heather Nova On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into alittle chink of sun, Going somewhere older than I was, I dug into you like rock climbing; Strapped into something tight, keeping me small. Too scared of coming down, Too scared of rockface. Too scared of going up, But I was good, and your father's little pancakes I should've split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something, Laughing in wrong places, kissing you, Kissing up, kissing too soon. So round and perfect and me sitting up too straight, When the morning comes where will I go? When the cock crows When the cock crows When the love is gone where will I go? And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party and I stopped the typewriter and I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn and I Stopped your father and bled instead. A bitter wind in my throat, And I felt the lie Stopping me wanting, In my stomach, in my head and you said Sugar sugar, without your mother Sugar sugar, you couldn't come come Sugar sugar, you couldn't taste it Sugar sugar, in my throat. When the cock crows When the cock crows When the morning comes where will I go? When the love is gone where will I go |
