Laura MarlingDevil's Spoke

that I might be a part of this
ripple on water from a lonesome drip
a fallen tree that witnessed me
him alone, him and me
and that life itself could not aspire
to have someone be so admired
I threw creation to my kin
with a silence broken by a whispered wind
all of this can be broken
all of this can be broken
hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground
root to root and tip to tip
I look at him my country drip
leathered up by all his fears
but someone brought you close to tears
many trains and many miles
brought you to me on this sunny isle
and what of which you wish to speak
have you come here to rescue me?
all of this can be broken
all of this can be broken
hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground
but the love of your life lives, but lies no more
than where she lay your flowers grows
the arms that fed and the babes that wed
the backs that bled keeping her in tow
but I am your keeper
and I hold your face away from light
I am yours 'till they come
I am yours 'till they come
eye to eye, nose to nose
ripping off each others clothes in a most peculiar way
eye to eye, nose to nose
ripping off each others clothes in a most peculiar way