dɔ me a bra

dɔ me a bra,

dɔ me a, bra

they say you rode our love across midnight

not looking back.

you stumbled through memories

with pieces of betrayed love braided on your head

and no one knows,

where you’ve stripped yourself weaving tears

all alone in bed.

wish i could tell you

same night sneaks into my tears,

maybe i have kept you fair enough

and giving up on us, you –

you take a lot of me closer to war,

and i am afraid within my soul.

you are our home, my faith our dawn,

who my dream takes over,

so if your love should ever remember

dɔ me a bra,

and if it’s love returning home

i will be waiting,

i will waiting with my love’s birth cord uncut

i will be waiting to drink from the lip of your heart,

and lay upon your soft breast

ballads i wrote of you when you left.

and should you return from years

i will race me up than your shadow

and come back home to you

wearing our spare love around my neck

dɔ me a bra