Flour Drawing Lyrics - Singles - Bel Plaine

The berries on the way home from the barn 

Stop running the wasp won't do you no harm 

The faces I would make, baking the cake with my mom 

I wanted to grow up, drink in a cup, dig a pond 

My father tapping the blade in the foam 

He's sweaty, his leather hands green as the lawn 

Now take me to the woods, show me the ruins, make a bow 

I wanted to achieve, call me naive, I'll prove you wrong 

And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hall 

I can't decide which one should better fall 

And all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderly 

I keep them all inside our sacred ship 

My brothers breaking the slates on the roof 

They're sweaty, who hit the ball, speak the truth 

Now pick out your disguise, choose the right size young indian 

We'll climb up the old trees, what's overseas, leave your land 

And all the chandeliers I forged in my great hall 

I can't decide which one should better fall 

And all these pieces of me, I watch them tenderly 

I keep them all inside our sacred ship 

And now that I'm older, with my head and my heart 

I'll make you king and queen 

I won't resign 'til you get what you've bet