Lyrics Wither On The Vine - Live at Apollo - Freya Ridings

How are we doing, Hammersmith Apollo?
I said, how are we doing, Hammersmith Apollo?
So this next song is a kind of stomping, clapping kind of song
And I wrote it after a night out where I bumped into my ex
And I'd done so much work in trying to get over him, I was so proud of myself

And I came back, and I just sat on the counter like
And my mom comes in, and she's like
The nuggets of wisdom that my mom have, ten out of ten
She says "Freya, when someone has broken your heart
Or hurt your trust, and you want to give them your fire
Put it into something you love, give them nothing, just let them wither on the vine"

Wither on the vine, my mother told me of your kind
Seeing you tonight has done nothing to change my mind
You let me go
And you crushed me slow
(Wither on the vine)

Shiver down my spine, my father told me to be wise
Seeing you tonight has done nothing to change my mind
Ooh, let me go (wither, wither, wither, wither)
(Wither, wither, wither, wither)
And I loved you so (wither, wither, wither, wither)
(Wither on the vine)

Only way you know it's over
Do you wanna pull me closer?
God, you let me down
God, you let me down
Only way you know I'm healing
Do you wanna stop me leaving?
God, you burn me out
And I can burn this down

But I say wither on the vine
Wither on the vine
My mother told me (wither on the vine)
My mother told me (wither on the vine)

Bitter was the rind, but I still ate it every time
Covered up the rosemary with sour clementine
I couldn't grow, no, no, no
Your poison soil, oh

Only way you know it's over
Do you wanna pull me closer?
God, you let me down
Thank God, you let me down
Feel your hand on my shoulder
Hear you say it's never over
God, you burn me out
I should burn this down

I say wither on the vine
Wither on the vine
My mother told me (wither, wither, wither, wither)
My mother told me (wither on the vine)

Wither on the vine, my brother told me to be kind
"Freya, he hasn't seen you've got that fire in your eye
He doesn't know your blood runs cold"
(Whoa, oh-ooh, oh-ooh)
(Whoa, oh-ooh, oh-ooh)
I should burn this down

But I say wither on the vine
Wither on the vine
My mother told me (wither, wither, wither, wither)
My mother told me (wither on the vine)
So I say wither on the vine
Wither on the vine
Wither on the vine

And I say, wither, wither, wither, wither, wither on the vine
This bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter fruit of mine
And I never, never, never thought I'd make it out this time
But I say wither on the vine
Ooh