The air between our lips
Grew into a thicket
I took your thumb and pricked it
On a thorn in my side
Just to remind myself of the taste of love
All the good times
Saved in a piggy bank
I smashed the glass on the floor
So we could rummage and knick our toes
Just to remind ourselves of the taste of love
Swallowed inside your matreshka
Of the sweetest things in your life
How are you so sure that I'm the one
Our forest grew around the quirks of the landscape
Branches tangles as we pulled in closer
Weaving a bird's nest that held our tears into a mirror
Burrowed in the warmth of your arms
The sweetest place I've ever known
Close your eyes and we'll be alone
And I'll stop twisting the knife now
I've never felt like god
Save for when I reaped your tears
Welling up in sockets
A small electric storm
Just to remind ourselves of the taste of love
Just to remind yourself
Our ocean swells around the shores of our choices
Rounding broken glass into smokey jewels
A school of memories gaze up out of the tide pool
Burrowed in the warmth of your arms
The safest place I've ever known
Close our eyes and we'll be alone
And I'll stop twisting the knife now
Bleed into the carpet
Red's my favorite color
Prickly Thorn was written by Courtney Swain.
Prickly Thorn was produced by Vince Welch.