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Laura Gibson – Crow/Swallow lyrics
My mind may drift from the walls of my skin
But I will not wander too far
For those who are pulled by the ivory sun
Know that home is a labor of fire
And I may have nursed their honey-bright wounds
And cradled their rhythms to rest
But I am no dreamer
I could not keep my hands clean
So I will not grieve those bent to receive
Seeds that could never be sown
And I will not lust those courtesies past
They have flickered but not chosen me
And when they march by in their motherly smiles
Swaying their motherly hips
I cannot follow
I cannot keep their pace
Time has a way of stealing our breath
And milking the light from our pores
And many will fill their oak barrel wombs
With patience instead of desire
One cannot curse a crow for her course
Or choose where her feathers may fall
I am no swallow
I am no spring bird
But I will not wander too far
For those who are pulled by the ivory sun
Know that home is a labor of fire
And I may have nursed their honey-bright wounds
And cradled their rhythms to rest
But I am no dreamer
I could not keep my hands clean
So I will not grieve those bent to receive
Seeds that could never be sown
And I will not lust those courtesies past
They have flickered but not chosen me
And when they march by in their motherly smiles
Swaying their motherly hips
I cannot follow
I cannot keep their pace
Time has a way of stealing our breath
And milking the light from our pores
And many will fill their oak barrel wombs
With patience instead of desire
One cannot curse a crow for her course
Or choose where her feathers may fall
I am no swallow
I am no spring bird
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