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Calendar marked with empty days
Same old sheets same old quiet haze
He calls me honey pours my tea
But he don’t see the drought in me
I polish the silver fold the clothes
I smile for the neighbors play the role
But every night when the lights go low
I’m waiting for a flood that don’t show
I don’t need a gentle drizzle a polite little pour
I need a storm that breaks the floor
I’ve been quiet I’ve been nice
But this thirst ain’t got no polite disguise
Dry season
365 days of dust
My garden’s waiting for the rush
I don’t want a whisper I want the roar
Ain’t no shame in what I’m hungry for
Dry season
Parched up stiff and still
I’m tired of waiting for a trickle that never will
(uh-huh yeah)
I want the flood
I want the storm
I want the thing that makes me feel reborn
They say good girls don’t talk like that
They want the sugar not the crack
They want the madonna in the dress
Not the woman who’s got needs to address
I water the roses bake the bread
They see the halo not the bed
Where I lie awake and count the cracks
Wondering when I’ll get my thunder back
I’ve been tending to a bed that don’t bloom
I’ve been waiting for a sky that don’t loom
I don’t need a savior don’t need a man
I just need the rain to hit the land
Dry season
365 days of dust
My garden’s waiting for the rush
I don’t want a whisper I want the roar
Ain’t no shame in what I’m hungry for
Dry season
Parched up stiff and still
I’m tired of waiting for a trickle that never will
(c’mon flood me)
I want the flood
I want the storm
I want the thing that makes me feel reborn
Dry season
(ain’t no shame)
Dry season
(my garden’s waiting)
No rain no bloom
No rush no room
They want the wife who’s soft and sweet
They don’t want the fire between my sheets
They want the quiet the polite the tame
They don’t want to hear me call my desire by name
But this body’s mine and the hunger’s real
I ain’t gonna hide how I feel
I’ve been dry for far too long
I’m gonna dance in the rain when the storm comes on
Dry season
365 days of dust
My garden’s waiting for the rush
I don’t want a whisper I want the roar
Ain’t no shame in what I’m hungry for
Dry season
Parched up stiff and still
I’m tired of waiting for a trickle that never will
(yeah that’s right)
I want the flood
I want the storm
I want the thing that makes me feel reborn
Dry season’s gotta end
(mm rain)
No rain no bloom
This garden’s waiting too
(flood me)
Dry season
