It was coming up, crocus When my cab arrived Pulling outside of the city I'd never seen ground so green And a chill hung inside of my sleeve It was clear to me when we began to speak That I'd be breaking up your sense of morality I couldn't help rearranging myself As if I'd ironed out all vulnerability
I can't quite place what we buried in the ground What felt so significant seems hazy to me now I'm frightened not by longing But the knowledge that it's gone As if every love I've ever had Will eventually wear off
It was coming up on Christmas The candles by your bedside shone an omen I bowed my head by the river's edge I was ashamed to be aching for my own bed
I can't quite place what we buried in the ground What felt so significant seems hazy to me now I'm frightened not by longing But the knowledge that it's gone As if every love I've ever had Will eventually wear off
Every day (everyday) Endless rain Anything could grow What's a memory anyway If you and I aren't there to know?
I can't quite place what we buried in the ground What felt so significant seems hazy to me now I'm frightened not by longing But the knowledge that it's gone As if every love I've ever had Will eventually wear offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
