Music & Lyrics © 2016 By Seán Lightholder

Here I come,
Get ready.

I might be moving slow,
But my hands are steady.
Fruit on the vine
Juice of the lime
A sweet-rimmed glass
or a bitter rind

Give it a chance
Give it a curse,
Catch your breath
Standing on scorched earth

Oo oo, here’s looking at you.
When the same old thing
becomes something new

Salt on the soil
Salt on the tongue
Salt water rising
when the moonlight comes

Loosen that collar
Loosen your purse
I’ll burn you so hot
Leave you scorched earth.

We’re only melting down
All melting down
All melting to the

Melting to the ground.