Bloom Lyrics & Chords By Brisa Roché

In the bottom of the theatre, where the line is drawn
In between the water heaters I bent down and took the straw
In a room full of powders, on your skin were black ink fields
We held hands as I talked louder, my body strange in its difficult heels

The branded arms that walked my bike home
Rested right above me in a flower's name
That's where I talked and talked and shut up 'til he loved me

Underneath where pipes go, I saw crosses on your skin
Make-up mirror lights glowed, I forgot to wish that I was thin
The part of me that lets me dream, or if I'm lucky, sleep
Is walking where we walked last time, and swimming where it's deep

The branded arms that walked my bike home
Rested right above me in a flower's name
That's where I talked and talked and shut up 'til he loved me
I talked and talked and shut up 'til he loved me