Dirt Is Your Lover Now Lyrics - Songs From The Gutter - Thea Gilmore

Gabardine roses, tortured vines 

The sun has been hiding all this time 

Thought that I'd see you again somehow 

But the dirt is your lover now 

And outside the all night in an orchestra of rain 

You fell in love with a hurricane 

You were torn like a road map and lost in the crowd 

And the dirt is your lover now 

Fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too 

So many things in this sad little world grow back 

Except for you 

The streets of my home town still look the same 

But behind shaking fingers they're whispering your name 

It's funny the tears that time will allow 

But the dirt is your lover now 

Fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too 

So many things in this sad little world grow back 

Except for you 

There are fists on the front page and blood in the sky 

There's no shoulder strong enough when the clouds start to cry 

Did you propose to the bedrock on your way underground? 

'Cause the dirt is your lover now 

Yeah, the dirt is your lover now