Scarlet's Hidden Treasures lyrics

put me back in the cold
I'm going to Antarctica ---
it feels like these days,
our old meeting place,
in an LA cafe
or on the Serengeti,
the hunt has not Begun.
cause I am tired of you taking from me
and I have let you eat from the fruits of my tree
I am not the one to turn into a Laurel wreath
for the last time you have crossed my line

you could never see
you could never see
Apollo's frock

Bug a Martini send me to Moscow
lounge and return
Echo can't hear you
and as you wander through perfume and pathways
your version 'coercion'
my version --- elixir of quietude
Line up the Dots
music to spy to
music to die to

Spanking your lime over the crushed ice
using the Triad
to counter measure
you can't see my face
dead letter box please
your version 'coercion'

indian summer
fresh mown grass
girls in the attic
looking on them
indian summer
call me back
someone tell me there is another way
is it loud
is it autumn that you are talking about
is it why
is it lost on what im talking about
is it just
that you just cant find a way out
find another way
another way to pray

indian summer
through the year
on the medicine wheel
call me back

feel a little hand turning inside me
don't you think she feels us fighting
strike me at the root
i won't let you
put her through
what you put me through

when i said --- i wanted it all,
doesn't every woman want it all...

running through the house screaming
girl unstrung you could always play that one
baptized of fire and
every beat in the bar
hymns for her
feel her kick me from the inside

Heard from the TV of the latest bombing
The girls were dancing she was coming of age
Shells fired out
Flowers mowed down
Innocense targetted
Whose God is this?
Wish that she had one more day

There at the Seaside
5th of December
We chased the tide as her treasures were gathered
I had to laugh as she gave sand a bath
Jangle jangle jingle jangle
Jangle then circle again

To you it's another day
To me it's a grim reaping
Just another shooting star
Strung out on your wire

Prick my finger
On his virgin silver
He told me raw ginger
Carmalize me

Tombigbee Tombigbee
Help me hang these bones
Gotta hang these bones out to dry
He loves me
He loved me
Ravishingly low
Gotta hang these bones out to dry

Got a blackberry stain
And they're not even in season