Текст песни
The porch swing creaks a dusty hymn tonight
Mama’s Bible verse is burnin' too damn bright
She talks of grace and proper, clean-folded hands
While my soul's a tangled swamp on unforgiving lands
Daddy calls it spirit I just call it fight
This wild thing inside me, chokin' in the light
They’re carvin' me a future from their hollow, seasoned pine
But I was born from darker, older, more entangled vine
So let em talk in tongues down at the River Road church
Let em pray for my poor, misguided soul to find its perch
I ain't the daughter of their stained-glass, polite Amen
My communion's with the thunder, callin' me again
Yeah, I hear it in the rustle of the tall and weepin' pines
In the Mississippi whisperin' her old, forgiving lines
They think I'm lost I'm just not found on any map they keep
I'm a secret even God Himself is sworn to bury deep
I wear my Sunday best, it fits me like a shroud
Smile sweet and taste the arsenic of bein' proud
And quiet They see a vase set neatly on the shelf
They don't see the crack, the quiet screamin' to myself
My dreams ain't needlepoint or marryin' some town-elected boy
They're black water and oak moss and a dangerous, wild joy
A melody that comes from crawdad holes and rust
From things that turn to dust before they ever earn their trust
So let em talk in tongues down at the River Road church
Let em pray for my poor, misguided soul to find its perch
I ain't the daughter of their stained-glass, polite Amen
My communion's with the thunder, callin' me again
Yeah, I hear it in the rustle of the tall and weepin' pines
In the Mississippi whisperin' her old, forgiving lines
They think I'm lost I'm just not found on any map they keep
I'm a secret even God Himself is sworn to bury deep
Well, I tried to be the ground where their good seeds could get sown
But I’m quicksand, I’m the rock, I’m the bone-cold stone
My prayers ain't pretty words, they’re animal and raw
A hawk's cry at the moon, defyin' every man-made law
This ain't a demon in me — it's a river wantin' flood
It's a saplin' breakin' concrete, risin' from the mud and blood
Can you hear it?! Can you hear the roar?!
Or am I just a ghost, knockin' on heaven's floor?!
Preacher's graveyard
Holds no stone for me
My wild, wild soul
Is finally
Free
...free
