[Intro] [Slow piano with cello drone, candlelit and intimate] [Verse 1] [Spoken-sung, deadpan and sensual] They told the story wrong from the very first frame Said I was stolen — sugar, I came He kept a garden of bruise and rust Black blooms heavy with a velvet must Six little seeds like teeth in a row Cracked them open one by one, real slow Juice down my chin, mother screaming in the meadow I was choosing my own kind of bedfellow [Pre-Chorus] [Building, breath rising, bass walking up] And the surface kept calling, calling, calling The flowers kept folding, folding, folding But I was busy underneath Learning how to keep something I picked for myself [Chorus] [Explosive, layered harmonies, full belt] Pomegranate Six red seeds and a red red mouth He didn't steal me — sugar, I went south I'm the bride of the crater, the queen of the rust Tell my mother her good girl turned to dust Pomegranate Half the year winter, half the year bone Every cold morning I'm coming home You can keep the spring — I'll keep the crown Six months up and six months down [Verse 2] [Returning to deadpan, slightly mocking] They came down with torches and a chorus of names Begged me to step back into the flames The kind that warm and do not change The kind that keep a girl nice and tame But I'd already tasted the dark, the deep Already laid down where the heavy sleep Already found him there, slow and bright Smiling through the bones in the candlelight [Pre-Chorus] [Building, urgent, drums tightening] And the surface kept calling, calling, calling The flowers kept folding, folding, folding But I was busy underneath Learning how to keep something I picked for myself [Chorus] [Explosive, even bigger, harmonies stacked higher] Pomegranate Six red seeds and a red red mouth He didn't steal me — sugar, I went south I'm the bride of the crater, the queen of the rust Tell my mother her good girl turned to dust Pomegranate Half the year winter, half the year bone Every cold morning I'm coming home You can keep the spring — I'll keep the crown Six months up and six months down [Bridge] [Stripped to piano and voice, raw, almost talking] Mother, I love you — I do, I do But you raised me on stories where the girl gets through Not where the girl chooses the wound Not where the girl says I'll be the moon You wanted a flower — I came back a thorn You wanted a daughter — I came back worn [Building back up, drums returning] Made anew in the cold of the under Wearing my own name like thunder [Final Chorus] [Full wall-of-sound, defiant, gospel-sized] Pomegranate Six red seeds and they're still in my teeth Every spring I come up with the dark underneath I'm the bride of the crater, the queen of the rust Tell my mother her good girl turned to dust Pomegranate Half the year winter, half the year bone Every cold morning I'm coming home You can keep the spring — I'll keep the crown Six months up and six months down (Six months up and six months down) Six months up and six months down [Outro] [Whispered, close-miked, intimate breath] He didn't take me — I took the bite Six little seeds, six little nights Tell the surface I'm coming home The way down was always mine to roam
