It was a Tuesday
You were in your father's shirt
Holes ripped through the band you never heard
And smiling
As the rain hit your nose
An optimistic simper, a feeling of home
Oh I'm trying to read into you
A lovely silhouette of cheap tattoos
But I'm tongue-tied, you're doe-eyed singing and stoned Oh she's so ordinary
And I'd been around the sun enough to buy that wine in September so'll had you
But for the time being I don't mind being
Your little plug...
Oh I'm trying to read into you
A lovely silhouette of cheap tattoos
But I'm tongue-tied, you're doe-eyed singing and stoned Oh she's so ordinary
Lying on my roof, gathering some truth from the ease in your eyes
But you'd be leaving soon in your double- knotted shoes
And I'll stay behind
