Kerosene & Maple

In a rusty van with heart-shaped porthole windows
We go thru the woods, on gravel roads, where sugar smoke blows
Under flannel-lined sleeping bags - 'cause it's still cold in April
Legs entwined, it feels in kind, my face on your chest
Breathing deep, your smell of sleep and kerosene and maple

Our last I love you felt more wrong than right
So we stare at the campfire and try not to fight
While the logs pop and sparks fly we'll pretend 'til it's light
But why pretend all night

By dim lantern light, I dress and slip out softly
I walk for miles, sad that our last words were frosty
Wish that we could find a way, but babe, we're not able
My heart aches, as I leave this place, wrapped in thoughts of you
Breathing deep, the smell of sleep and kerosene, and maple



Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Joerres
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