Heather Nova - Sugar Lyrics
On the vermont transit bus I leaned my arm into alittle chink of sun,Going somewhere older than I was,Strapped into something tight, keeping me small.I dug into you like rock climbing;Too scared of coming down,Too scared of going up,Too scared of rockface.I shouldve split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something,But I was good, and your fathers little pancakesSo round and perfect and me sitting up too straight,Laughing in wrong places, kissing you,Kissing up, kissing too soon.When the ***** crowsWhen the morning comes where will I go?When the ***** crowsWhen the love is gone where will I go?And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party andI stopped the typewriter and I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn and iStopped your father and bled instead.And I felt the lie - something sticky on the inside,A bitter wind in my throat,Stopping me wanting,In my stomach, in my head and you saidSugar sugar, you couldnt come comeSugar sugar, without your motherSugar sugar, you couldnt taste itSugar sugar, in my throat.When the ***** crowsWhen the morning comes where will I go?When the ***** crowsWhen the love is gone where will I go?
