You turned over like a small smooth stone in the palm of empty day Sheets of static in the sky tonight, it’s weather that won’t follow you
I need a man who will press me ‘gainst the concrete, reach into his shirt No shame in the bedroom of the idle gets your feelings hurt
All these houses one day I will wake in
Soon as I grow up
How do we push these massive blocks of time to the edge of town and back again? I’m living it up in the city with the
ripened days unplucked above my head
I’m lost in bed again as I can hear your heartbeat rise
and I’ve felt that maybe I am not a woman in your eyes
supported by 5 fans who also own “Empty Palm Song”
This is thoughtful and melancholy, but not morose -- there is hope in its sheer beauty. Her sensitivity as an arranger and producer is as impressive as her songwriting and singing; the whole album has a lovely sense of texture and space. Joe Madden