lifeblood: songs: lyrics: cordova

the volunteers
they come for your prayers
and some souvenirs
with ivory skin
and boycott lessons
year after year

well i'm tracing your face
up in the space
of the bottom bunk
oh cordova
where i cried
and i cried
i knew i was trading on
things that i didn't have
the things i didn't have

now you come to me
with revolution's
infidelity
with blacklisted friends
and tupperware kin
and your big history

well i'm tracing your face
up in the space
of the bottom bunk
oh cordova
where i cried
and i cried
i knew i was trading on
things that i didn't have
the things i didn't have

i memorize
the lullabies
of dwindling lives
the lay of the land
the touch of each hand
we lose by and by

i'm tracing your face
up in the space
of the bottom bunk
oh cordova
where i cried
and i cried
i knew i was trading on
things that i didn't have
the things i didn't have

words and music by amy ray