Find Me - Cate Le Bon

Mindful of the host

Coloring the cookbooks

We made love

Shimmy in your tree

Looking for my morning breakfast

Emptying the lock

Piling all the debris on your lip

Mining in your shoes

Waiting for the morning cowlick

Well I might be somewhere in the house

Somewhere in the house

I might be, might be

Sighing in your tomb

Sighing in your tomb

Find me

Mithering the ghost

Fearful of the handprints on the glass

Sticking like a bulb

Swollen in the sand dunes of my mouth

Fixing up a suit

Glossing all your dirty furniture

Dining on a lamp

In the corner of your council building

Well I might be somewhere in the house

Somewhere in the house

I might be, might be

Sighing in your tomb

Sighing in your tomb

Find me

Find me

Find me