Sitting on her hands buried deep in the dirt
Ripping up the roots even though it may hurt
Her chest is red and raw
But it's open to the new rainfall
Finding space in her breathing with her eyelids closed
Dancing in the mirror wearing nothing but her toes
Cause when she moves her body
You can't separate her from the flow
It hurts to be open
But it's much worse to be closed
Oh, don't it feel so good
To stand out in the sunny cold
I'm a lover, yes
I'm a giver, yes
It's time to give myself, myself a rest
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Naked in the rain that fell from her eyes
Soft as the lavender growing on her thighs
She waited for her hands
To turn into grandmother wise
Her heart is a hawk that fills up the sky
Aching and shaking but fly, oh she is fly
She's made out of charcoal and words
She is made out of light
It hurts to be open
But it's much worse to be closed
Oh, don't it feel so good
To stand out in the sunny cold
I'm a lover, yes
I'm a giver, yes
It's time to give myself, myself a rest
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Hold onto
Hold onto my palms and we'll dance
Hold onto my palms, hold on
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hold onto
Hold onto my palms and we'll dance
Hold onto my palms, hold on
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah