Lyrics Chamomile - Slowly Slowly

Chamomile

You had it coming
Something for nothing
Shaky hands cup the water and chamomile leaves
You labelled the jars wrong
Complacent songs
Sour tongues sing along
Dust the skirting boards
Sweep the vinyl floors
Soak it up in a garden of chamomile my love
You’ve been working at your smile
Cold and mild
It ain’t worthwhile
Crushed by light, cold harsh and white
Seen from space in a garden of chamomile flowers
I’ll slip through the hole in your chest
Watch your stress
Wasps in a nest
Shoulders chipping
Call the cops in your head
They can shake down
Scare the thoughts out again
When your husband comes home he will turn in your bed
I heard the draws on the floor
And the downstairs door
We’re done for
Rip the leaves
Off the trees
Made to keep
Sounds in the homes full of holes
See the pink smoke out chimneys
From the gingerbread cities
Where the invites fall flat
Eyes glued to windows and ears stuck to speakers
Just to stay intact
Bad luck for black cats
Static shocks on the locks
I’ll keep you captive in cups of hot chamomile my love
Speak between sips, speak so soft
Your love is lost
But you’re not