chamomile and whiskey - thalia lyrics
[verse 1]
oh, she’s pining for a man of the mountain
she’s pining for a man of the sea
she’s risen from a man of the lowlands
she’s finished rising next to me
[verse 2]
and a circle of stones are her suitors
they stand over 10 foot high
her mouth is a horse made of daylight and wood
with a hundred more suitors inside
[verse 3]
and her eyes, they are haunting the midnight
her hair is married to the breeze
her tongue is a [?] with an ancient muse
take another black th+rn tree
[verse 4]
and her favorite game it is fire
i know her eye, it ribbon off its course
with it she cries of her circle of stones
and burns her wooden horse
[verse 5]
she’s a spit of the stones in the mountains
she’s a spit of the salt in the sea
she’s a spit of the rain on the lowlands
she’s a ghost, haunting me
[verse 6]
and i’ll build her another stone circle
she’ll burn another horse with her mind
the passage of time turns its grapes to wine
we’ll drink and burn and build it up again
[outro]
and we’ll drink and burn and build it up again
we’ll drink and burn and build it up again
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