Sweetgrass

Cut my teeth on sweetgrass
Still I have this taste for bitterness
Maybe I was born with it

Rains(?) of milk and honey coulda run through my body. Sweetest ghosts could haunt me.

Oh...

Have you seen a fire cutting through wild forest?
Burning heart(?) has forced it

Pleading, "Save me from my sin"
Oh I fear I'll hurt someone else
And my flames grow so tall
I can't see you at all

Stand helpless(?)

Way up in the deep, in the dark sea
No one will follow me
No one will follow me

Cut my teeth on sweetgrass
Still I have this taste for bitterness
Think that I was born with it