Little Houses from Little Houses by Helen Hummel

Little Houses


You're stuck in the pane, the flies, you're buzzin'
your voice, it stops, it starts, it's runnin' away
away from me.

Perfume of embraces assail you
and your slow feet, your paces, avail you.
But I set myself. Yeah I set myself. Oh I set my self
On fire for you.

Well, I'm a littloe round bead in a cool, glass bowl
Just scrapin' around the rim
And I wish that you'd get over yourself and
Jump on in.

You've got me cleanin' house and little houses
Fillin' spoons with glue
But I set myself on fire for you.

A quick warm light came running,
slowly, wholly, gray, far.
And I find myself always wondering
Where you are.

You're stuck in the pane, the flies, you're buzzin'
Your voice it stops, it starts, it's runnin' away
away from me, away from me, away from me.

But I set myself, oh I set myself, yeah I set myself
On fire for you.

Yeah, I set myself on fire for you.

• Folk
• acoustic
• fingerpicking
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• vermont music
• Bristol