Old Crone

Lyrics

Intro
Count the teeth in the dark
She knows your name
She keeps your shape
Under the ash

Verse 1
Old hands on the latch
Black tea in a cracked cup
She smiles with no warmth
At the bruise on your luck
Her shawl smells like iron
Her room smells like rain
Three nails in the floorboard
Spell out your pain

Pre-Chorus
Hear that scratch
Hear that drag
She’s behind your breath
Wrap the chain
Lock the door
Still she gets in next

Chorus
Old Crone, take me down
Old Crone, tear this skin
Old Crone, call my name
(Old Crone)
Old Crone, let it in
Old Crone, let it in
Old Crone, let it in
(again)

Verse 2
She stitches my shadow
With thread made of rust
Feeds me cold little answers
Then dusts off the dust
My mirror went blank
My mouth learned her grin
When I blink in the hallway
She’s wearing my skin

Pre-Chorus
Hear that scratch
Hear that drag
She’s behind your breath
Wrap the chain
Lock the door
Still she gets in next

Chorus
Old Crone, take me down
Old Crone, tear this skin
Old Crone, call my name
(Old Crone)
Old Crone, let it in
Old Crone, let it in
Old Crone, let it in
(again)

Bridge
[M] Kneel
[F] Never
[M] Kneel
[F] Never
The house has a pulse
The walls have a throat
I fed her the key
Now I wear the coat
(Old Crone)
(Old Crone)

Breakdown
Drag me under
Split the bone
Salt in the mouth
Stone on stone
Drag me under
Split the bone
Old Crone
Old Crone
Old Crone

Final Chorus
Old Crone, take me down
Old Crone, tear this skin
Old Crone, call my name
(Old Crone)
Old Crone, let it in
Old Crone, let it in
Old Crone, let it in
(again)

Outro
Count the teeth in the dark
She knows your name
She keeps your shape
Under the ash