Burnin by Molly Parden

I feel it when we don't talk
Like when it hasn't rained for so long
I hear the sound of loss
Carved into you each day
Or maybe it's carved out
When someone close to you goes away
You act like there's no choice
Long winters in your voice
And the sun's on your skin
From being outside more than in

I hear it again, it draws me in
You in the den burnin
You down the hall burnin

That feeling when you unlock
Light breaking through the clouds, it's the sun
"How's your mom?"
"New church; when's the move?"
"I'm not sure"
I know there's something else
Between us, but I can't tell
I want to win
Is he the prize... him?
Is she the foe? (Her??)
Is this a game?
I'm not sure

I hear it again, it pulls me in
That's just you in the den burnin
You down the hall burnin
That's the sound of you burnin
You in my mind burnin
You and me return it
Back to the start and burn it

• Folk
• Nashville
• indie folk
• songwriter
• Brooklyn