Lyrics Three on a Match - Foxing

Three on a Match

Little woken warmth
the only thing I loved
now a suffocated soul
its mother’s makeup runs and rinses out the pours
rings the color from her hair
for what we did my love I’m sorry
and who the cloth has wound was wound alone
its mother crosses heart
she’s damned by her own milk
with unbroken water still
for what we’ve done my love I’m sorry
and for who the cloth was wound was wound alone
when it’s three on a match, the worst are always left
I’m survived by the weight of my own sins
when it’s three on a match
the Lord won’t let me in
I’m survived by the weight of my own sins
the cypress came up to my knees in May
and woken warmth grew right beside my leg