wooden house from migration by morgan heringer

take me to your wooden house and i will
hide hide hide away with you
take me to your wooden house and i will
hide with you

take me to your mountain lair
and show me all the treasure you hoard there
ill sit on top of your jewels and your armor
i will breathe, breathe fire

but im so tired of waiting in this
forest for you to come and save me
cuz i dont need to be saved

but if you give me trees to plant in this earth
i will love you all my days
and our roots will tangle around and
around again, like twisted fingers interlaced

let me kiss your high cheekbones and cook you
flowers on the kitchen stove
we'll make our beds up of violets and lavender
we'll sleep, sleep fine

but im so tired of waiting in this
forest for you to come and save me
cuz i dont need to be saved

i dream of sailboats drifting on a green sea
and the way you laugh so sweet
your skin smells like honey will you ever come to me
im hollow, hollowed out like trees that have
burned in forest fires

• Folk
• acoustic
• alternative
• antifolk
• vocal
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