Comb for Gold

so glad you found me
i used to comb the ground
same voice both lift and drown me out

no spine without it
i tried to call it home
i used to bounce around back then, you know

dry mouthed and outed
i had to stop it cold
calling atonal, combing broke

the kind you're right for
the kind you ride it out for

i used to kick around back there
i'd scrape and comb the ground
same place both fed and starved me out

i dreamed up diadems back then
kicked-in spine to fold
calling atonal, comb for gold



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Writer(s): Sarah Quillin
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