The fire is led by the embers Up wind, up wind Scolded by November Porous is my frail skin Stone ground coriander Reminds me you're the only thing I'll ever need Until the day comes Poor me, poor you An arson, an umbrella Poor me, poor you You're the person I owe everything to The oak is swung by the wind Is above the debris The low rise and the sea A slow tide to the knee A coal fire and a seat I'm homebound but I'm weak I'm so loud but I'm weak I'm so loud but I'm weak Poor me, poor you An arson, an umbrella Poor me, poor you You're the person I owe everything to