Simon Joyner - Alabaster lyrics

She calls you from a room somewhere in the city Hear the sound of the ground through the static and pity There's a vision of you in a bath of red water Sitting on her tongue like a silver dollar And between your ears all her words are just litter The alphabet is torn and your spit is getting bitter You could make a mistake and judge her falsely Your bed was just a hole where she couldn't sleep honestly Her hair was the color of the corn where you were born You could hear her voice when the north wind blew And her skin held the sound of the rain on the pane But she carried a knife for to cut you loose She carried a knife for to cut you loose You watch the leaves shiver underneath a black sky Hold the moon in contempt for shedding any light And you hunt the devil down and try to sell your soul But if you want your woman back you'll have to knock her out cold You've got a ring around your finger to prove that she was here A white dress in the attic hanging by the rafter A ghost in your kitchen with flowers in her hair And eyes the color of alabaster Her hair was the color of the corn where you were born You could hear her voice when the north wind blew And her skin was the same as the rain on the pane But she carried a knife for to cut you loose She carried a knife for to cut you loose