Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Merce Lemon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Merce Lemon
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm not your body anymore
But this crying at your door
I'm not made like that
[Verse 2]
I've got a calling
I've got a window
Where my cat sits
Where my cat licks my face
[Verse 3]
Skin is peeling away
Peeling away
Peeling away
[Verse 4]
In the shadows of the morning light
With all of my curtains open wide
And across the room, a wilting plant
And upon my lap, my folded hands
[Verse 5]
How long can I sit like this?
It's been a couple weeks
Since I've moved these hips
[Verse 6]
Just to touch myself
When I'm alone
[Verse 7]
Just to fold my hands back up
Just to fold my hands back up
Just to fold my hands back up
[Outro]
And in the wanderings of my nothingness
In a wading through of uncrossed lists
In the wanderings of my nothingness
In a wading through of uncrossed lists
In the wanderings of my nothingness
In a wading through of uncrossed lists
In the wanderings of my nothingness
In a wading through of uncrossed lists
Written by: Merce Lemon