POOR ME - A COLORS ENCORE

The fire Is led by the ember Up wind Up wind Scolded by November Porous is my frail skin Stone-ground coriander Reminds me that you're The only thing I'll ever need, well 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 It's a 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