Green are your eyes in the morning when you rise Don't you be afraid to lie by me my love Your father will not know Love can be broken though no words
I don't know what you smoke or what countries you've been to if you speak any other languages other than your own but I'd like to meet you I don't know
Surface slowly at your own speed Waiting for some sky. We're all laughing, we're all faking Just to see you smile. She waits her turn she waits her time
For you, we steer a house of smoke and brick and I keep it all For you, bedecked with bicycles to pick and I keep it all For you, it wouldn't do wandering
I have lost you to sleep again Sleeping as we do on opposite sides of a venn diagram I read the time in shadows on your wall The shards of light through
Waking up today, it was cold out There's something I should say, but I can't get my head around The bends in your brain and your elaborate pain Makes
what you at my gentle spoken friend i lack a frame to put you in when you're an ocean and a rock away i feel you in the pocket of my overcoat my fingers
He went to sea for the day He wanted to know what to say When he's asked what he'd done In the past to someone That he loves endlessly Now she's gone,
sit down and fire away, i know it's tricky when you're feeling low, when you feel like your flavour has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio... i
There's one man, he's like the wishful thinking in my life, I see so and he's like the wine on the weekend... and though he is like the sea and it's right
I have lost you to sleep again. sleeping as we do on opposite sides of a venn diagram I read the time in shadows on the wall - the shards of light through
sit down and fire away, i know it's tricky when you're feeling low, when you feel like your flavour has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio... i know
There's one man, he's like The wishful thinking in my life, I see so And he's like the wine on the weekend... And though he is like the sea and it's right
Green are your eyes In the morning, when you rise Don't you be afraid to lie By me, my love Your father will not know Love can be broken Though no words
What you at my gentie spoken friend I lack a frame to put you in When you're an ocean and a rock away I feel you in the pocket of my overcoat My fingers