Wanna Live In a Trailer
Amaya López-Carromero
Need a hole to call my home
Neighbours said: I swear I heard her scream
So they searched the river banks
But they found her in the lake
Now I can remember the exact second it broke
Maybe it was a whisper
Between spires of cigarette smoke
He called me whore
But no, no, I can't remember
The exact words that he spoke
We were better baby, when we lived on the road
We were better baby, when we lied on the floor
Think I’ve lived this before
Maybe I was younger
But the same ravaging world
I'll never know
Like encountering an old enemy
Like the bruise that is worn underneath
Like the bullet that feeds
On the innocent meet
How do you fail in letting show?
Now that I need you even more
Now you reclaim me for your own
Need a hole to call my home
Need a hole to call my own