Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miss Bottom of the Hill, artist - Iron & Wine.
Date of issue: 01.06.2017
Song language: English
Miss Bottom of the Hill |
So Miss Bottom of the Hill what do you want? |
The sun is shinin' and your lovers always lose you in the dark |
And they were all chosen to remember how the sparrows hit the window |
That you closed to keep the cat out in the yard |
And like your body bein' dragged behind the moon |
You bring a memory of your mother like the money in your shoe |
And how her penetratin' wisdom, her bulletproof religion |
Always rip you like a wool off of the loom |
You floated farther than you ever meant to go |
And only now see you are naked when the wind began to blow |
There’s no advice that you’ve been missin' |
No trespass unforgiven |
Just a river with no pity for your boat |
I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin' |
The dogs were loose and lyin' on the street |
You’ve learned to blend into the choir |
How to hold your hand in fire |
And what to say instead of what you mean |
But the trouble it saves for just how hard it can be |
You met the women gluin' jewels onto a crown |
You know men hidin' in the city and their way of bein' found |
And you got nothin' on your shoulders |
Still there’s nothin' too much colder |
Than a rubble of a house that’s fallin' down |
Like a baby cryin 'til it falls asleep |
The autumn’s over by the time you count the color of the leaves |
You’re paintin' buzzards on the ceilin' |
Fallin' faithless at the healin' |
With your friends around you wailin on their knees |
And I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin' |
The fog had swallowed everything but us |
You’ve learned to balance on the cable |
Drink us all under the table |
And who to try instead of who you trust |
With a hand on your heart that threw you under the bus |
So Miss Bottom of the Hill, what do you want? |
The sun is shinin' and you cleaned your pretty pistol of a heart |
But when you talk about tomorrow |
When to beg and when to borrow |
Is how to hit the ground before you hear the shot |
And like a fish too deep and driftin' in the sea |
You’ve grown accustomed to the blindness lookin' up and anxiously |
But there’s a stone inside your pocket while you’re plowin' through the market |
But you know even the time it takes ain’t free |
I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin' |
The stars were barely hangin' in the sky |
You’ve learned to eat when you’re not hungry |
How to laugh when nothin’s funny |
And what to get instead of gettin' by |
But oh, how it changes with the passin' of time |
You heard so many voices hidden in the wind |
See all the children of the world and how its fingers reach for them |
Two branches tired of their bendin' |
I don’t see our story endin' |
Quite as clean as it was easy to begin |
Like a hole that let the fox under the fence |
You’ve got no solace and no sanctuary you can recommend |
Beggin' for mercy at the bedside |
We got frozen in the headlights |
But our kind of mercy never made much sense |
I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin' |
But both were disappearin' in the waves |
You’ve learned to lead the one you follow |
How to spit out what you swallow |
And when to hand instead of give away |
That secret of ours is one I’ll take to the grave |
So Miss Bottom of the Hill what do you want? |
The sun is shinin' and I think you want me more often than not |
But like your father in the garden |
I won’t finish what I started |
'Til you bill me for the flowers I forgot |
And like a curse too old for anyone to care |
You said to meet you on the mountain cause you never make it there |
And sucked your thumb along the highway |
Proudly promisin' that one day |
I’d miss the way we tumbled down the stairs |
And I’ve come to know that I was stealin' all your kisses on the evenin' |
The car was gently glidin' off the road |
You’ve learned to rise above your body |
How to never say you’re sorry |
And where to go instead of going home |
With the light by the bed and all the clothes you’ve outgrown |