Motherland - Julia Jacklin

These new lines on my face

Spell out: «Girl, pick up your pace

If you want to stay true

To what your younger self would do»

And this kink in my walk

Makes me focus when I talk

If I can’t trust my feet

Then it’s my tongue I choose to keep

And I walk slow, so I can read

Let my head fall and my hips lead

Why’d you write the words so small?

Did you fool me?

Are they words at all?

Or are you pulling down the veil?

Keeping grounded as you set my sail

By the time I pull it off

All my innocence is lost

And oh, I’m good, I think I’m good

Will I be great?

Will I be great?

Is it money I wanna make?

Or is it sweet love for his sake?

And these new parts I now need

To help me function, help me feed

They are beyond my modest earnings

Oh, the girls, they keep turning up the heat

As if it’s cold, but I’m hot, too hot to hold

I’ll burn a hole right through the hull

When will I ever see the land?

Will I ever see the land?

Oh, water can’t revive me

I need dirt in my hand

Will I ever see the land?

Will I ever see the land?

I know the ground will give me something

I know that it can

See, I have charm and I have sight

And I always try and do what’s right

But I have faults, you know it’s true

Especially when it comes to treating you well

I will work when all my thoughts are mine again

See, I was sure at the start, turns out I tried too hard

And oh, I’m good, I think I’m good

Will I be great?

Will I be great?

Is it money I wanna make?

Or is it sweet love for his sake?

When will I ever see the land?

Will I ever see the land?

Oh, water can’t revive me

I need dirt in my hand

Will I ever see the land?

Will I ever see the land?

Oh, the ground will give me something

I know that it can