Robert Wakefield - Digging My Way Lyrics

I'm still digging my way up from your ashes
And from your cigarette dust and charcoal dreams of motorcycle crashes
Spare me your recounted stories of ancient daydreams
Lost long ago in the days winding up to these modern seams

I'm still digging my way up from the train of your black dress
From your slipping crop top, bare shoulders, and your bare collarbone
I'm tangled in each link of your opal necklace
And lost in your lips painted in crimson bliss

I'm still digging my way out of your melodies
You sing "Give me space and time" and I say "Please"
Behind your dirty blonde bangs, in your hazel eyes, the hazel ephemera
The universe is surrounded by charcoal clouds of your mascara