Lyrics

She laughed in bars of music
Strands of stories raining down
I caught her words in my colander
And strained them through the town

Her lips burned with the promise of song
The secrets that she holds
Brimming up the walls and alleyway
She will not be silenced I’m told

Crawl into my lamp
And turn it on
Little diamond
In your twisted suitcase marked with charm
I thought I’d found a home
Won’t you come on in and be my home?
Won’t you come on in and be my home?

I’m in her graveyard without graves
Guess I bought the plot too soon
My heart is my own prophet
Preaching a major league quitter game
I saw in her red notebook
A list of names and mine crossed black
Lets just call this what it is
White sheets and lilacs

Crawl into my lamp
And turn it on
Little diamond
In your twisted suitcase marked with charm
I thought I’d found a home
Won’t you come on in
and be my home?
Won’t you come on in
Be my home

She laughed in bars of music
Strands of stories raining down

by Daisy O'Connor