Dried Roses - Big Thief

Leave the bed unmade

Draw the light green shade

Start the microwave

Dried roses

Cradle yell, she does

Lights the fire because

Window frost, heat loss

Dried roses

Steep the black coffee

Set the plates, pour the tea

Three for her, three for me

Dried roses

Sleepily, she walks

Gradually, she talks

With the geese, she flocks

Dried roses

Afternoon, Midnight

Morning’s what she likes

Fly the broom, see the moon

Dried roses

Here I go, there I am

All alone in the pan

In the silence again

Dried roses

Half dead, half awake

Make a pie, bake a cake

Which road will you take?

Dried roses

Goodness her, goodness me

Goodness eternity

Out you go, in you be

Dried roses

Leave the bed unmade

Draw the light green shade

Start the microwave

Dried roses

Dried roses