There's no water for the cactus in my heart
There's no more fertilizer for my soul
She stripped off all my blossoms and tore my roots apart
And left me to die here in this dry hole
We started out on very fertile ground
Growing together here in this bed
But once I took her succulence for granted
And let my prickly pears be misled
My branches grew away from her direction
Soon they wrapped around an old fence post
That's when she uprooted and tilled up all my soil
Her moisture is what I will miss the most
There's no water for the cactus in my heart
There's no more fertilizer for my soul
She stripped off all my blossoms and tore my roots apart
And left me to die here in this dry hole
My needles are no longer pointing stiff
The dust has gathered on my withered veins
What once was standing firm has fallen over
This hollow stump of a stalk is all that remains
There's no water for the cactus in my heart
There's no more fertilizer for my soul
She stripped off all my blossoms and tore my roots apart
And left me to die here in this dry hole
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2021