Cate Le Bon - Cry Me Old Trouble Lyrics

I was born guilty as sin
To a mother guilty as hell
That'll teach us for sniffing the dirt
New hats for the old hurt
It started in a garden
It started in a bright lit hall
It started in a garden
And why would you wet the ground?

Cry me old trouble.
I like the weight.

I'm tied to something you read
Through the din of a photograph
Wrapped up in a second-hand quilt
Worn thin and passed around

Outside the air is cool enough to make me sweat
Under a peacock moon
The spoon gets passed around