Yarrows Songtext
von re: eliza

In the corner of white tile
Drowned in sea of spice
A slow, gentle flame cradles a cold vessel
That asks to be warmed

And with an act of kindness
The sorrows boil away down to the marrow
Feeding the broth
While keeping my own cup full

I leave you with my yarrows
I leave you with my
My, ya-arrows
I leave you with my
I leave you with my
My, ya-arrows


In the corner of white tile
Drowned in sea of spice
A slow, gentle flame cradles a cold vessel
That asks to be warmed

And with an act of kindness
The sorrows boil away down to the marrow
Feeding the broth
While keeping my own cup full

I leave you with my yarrows
I leave you with my
My, ya-arrows
I leave you with my
I leave you with my
My, ya arrows

In the corner of white tile