Indigo Girls - Caramia

Shaming of the Sun / 1997-04-29 1. Hey Kind Friend 2. Burn All The Letters 3. Don't Give That Girl A Gun 4. Everything In Its Own Time 5. Leeds 6. Shed Your Skin 7. Caramia 8. Shame On You 9. Scooter Boys 10. Get Out the Map 11. It's Alright 12. Cut It Out

Caramia

Words and Music: Emily Saliers

Caramia
Blank notebook in a back pocket fade
You used to mock me sometimes I would cry
When I was home later
Cause you hurt my feelings
Why, why, why
I said write it down in your notebook, my wannabe,
Harriet the spy

And some say your genious
Is in your madness
Will you get better
And then will you leave us?
How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age
Your chemistry, science and violence turned silence to rage

Why are you dreaming this?
One shoe off and a bridge to cross over
And where is your taxi fare
Are you left by yourself, are you left by your lover?
You know three nights straight now I dreamt I kept both of my shoes
Now I've forgotten my lines and I've misplaced my cues
And there's a sea full of faces and a show to go on
And I'm struck mute at entrance with nothing to draw from

And there were the secrets
The big bang and the bigger joke
But you seemed to know all of them
And injustice makes you red with choke
But you loved like you're desperate
You don't know what love is
And I thought that if there was one thing I could give you, one thing I could
give you,
Then maybe it was this

With your head on the bedboards
The anguished repeat
The sweat of our sadness
The twist of the sheets
I don't want what's best for you where will I be
When you've found it
Y'know I pray a lot bout these bad feelings inside
But I can't pray my way around this

Why are you dreaming this?
One shoe off and a bridge to cross over
And where is your taxi fare
Are you left by yourself, are you left by your lover?
You know three nights straight now I know I've kept both of my shoes
Now I've forgotten my lines and I've misplaced my cues
And there's a sea full of faces and a show to go on
And I'm struck mute at entrance with nothing to draw from