"Joanie" lyrics
February crackles within her armor
Joanie, do you envy her?
Even wrestling wildfires
She buries her heart in her footprints
Oh, oh
Joanie
Smoke humming down a log's bruised neck
The spruces they burn black but they'll sprout back up again
Would I show who I am, if I knew this world would end
Or would I snuff sparks as they catch?
Joan, your ghost, it roots from my stomach to my throat
Branches splinter through my lungs begging me please let this grow
Oh do you not tremble at the thought
That we could both go up in smoke?
Is it the first gasp
Or final breath that hurts the most?
Is it that rise from a fiery night
To an indifferent dawns cold
To heal new skin, but be buried in the same old...
Clothes?
Ooh
Joanie
Don't you wish God would rip from the seams?
Grip our hands, tell us what we should be
Stop these men from messing with the strings
From reducing God to a wood for burnings
Should I breathe smoke one day?
That's for Joan, that's for Joanie
Joanie, do you envy her?
Even wrestling wildfires
She buries her heart in her footprints
Oh, oh
Joanie
Smoke humming down a log's bruised neck
The spruces they burn black but they'll sprout back up again
Would I show who I am, if I knew this world would end
Or would I snuff sparks as they catch?
Joan, your ghost, it roots from my stomach to my throat
Branches splinter through my lungs begging me please let this grow
Oh do you not tremble at the thought
That we could both go up in smoke?
Is it the first gasp
Or final breath that hurts the most?
Is it that rise from a fiery night
To an indifferent dawns cold
To heal new skin, but be buried in the same old...
Clothes?
Ooh
Joanie
Don't you wish God would rip from the seams?
Grip our hands, tell us what we should be
Stop these men from messing with the strings
From reducing God to a wood for burnings
Should I breathe smoke one day?
That's for Joan, that's for Joanie
Writer(s): Timmerman Natalie Mae
