05. White Chalk
Written by Polly Harvey

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White Chalk

White chalk hills are all I've known
White chalk hills will rot my bones
White chalk sticking to my shoes
White chalk playing as a child with you

White chalk sap against time
White chalk cutting down the sea at night
I walk the valley by the surf
On a path cut fifteen hundred years ago

And I know
These chalk hills will rot my bones

Dorset's cliffs meet at the sea
Where I walked our unborn child in me
White chalk coarse scattered land
Scratch my palms, there's blood on my hands