Dreams In The Hollow — Jesca Hoop

Why do we want to be ballerinas when we grow up when we grow up little boys dream the night away with fighting fires when we grow up torlege releve rondejambe and found and up found and up firemen slide on down the pole and sound the siren everybody up

all is well in my sorrow isn't she a beauty burning hall ash and shadow here comes the hero

little eyes small but wide young but wiser all looking up all looking up for your hat and your axe and your yellow jacket daddy get up ash to ash dust to dust none could muster daddy get up daddy get up they see what you couldn't do when consumed by fire

days glow sleep in the hollow dreams in the hollow pesky old crow heather and thistle no prints to follow hope that they follow hope's all they know

all is well in my sorrow isn't she a beauty burning hall ash and shadow here comes the hero

oh i tried to put it out but the big tree was falling and now i find him reaching out but the big tree it fell

cross the sea her dancing broken dream so i'm lacing up i'm lacing up for musing starts in broken hearts the most courageous beauty so i'm lacing up mother's milk ragged silk chalk's in the hall tree tattered toe shoes broken toes releve turn and pray for mother's broken dancer

days glow.. all is well..