Over the Bow - Jenny Owen Youngs

Five years from now I can’t say that I’ll be around

Cause you are so sweet, but other things call to me

They sing «Oh, forget where you come from

And lose yourself over the bow

And worms that crawl around in your skull

Won’t get the best of you now — oh no

They won’t get the best of you now»

You’ve dreamed so long of a girl who would swallow your tongue

Now deep, dark, and true, the silence she waits for you

And sings «Oh, forget where you come from

And lose yourself over the bow

And worms that crawl around in your skull

Won’t get the best of you now — oh no

They won’t get the best of you now»

Hand over hand my friend

You’re holding up everything

On shoulders like splintered pine

Narrow and fine

Oh so narrow and fine

Water like porcelain

To mirror your see-through skin

Bones that the waves lick clean

It’s nothing you’ve seen

No it’s nothing you’ve seen

Hand over hand my son

You’re holding up everyone

Can’t be the thing you’re for

There has to be more