King Creosote & Jon Hopkins Your Own Spell
I see you're soaking up praise while we're gasping for rain
Run indoors now, lest you shoulder the blame
Save your water, kill the roses
Save your precious water, kill the roses
Summer drought, it's all your own spell
Don't waste your water, kill the roses
Arriving late in church, your dress is soaked
Don't you look miserable
Pinned to the dress - oh, look - a dry white rose
You should be proud
Summer drought, it's all your own spell
