Ochre throw
Khaki tan curtains, her clothes
And the flowers she grows
Overgrown
Farfelle, Orwellian groves
Like there she goes
Maybe I should call her up
Are we enough to hold this love
Lover why, lover why
Would I ever say goodbye
When it's better inside
When it's better inside
Forrest green
Perennial, any old car
To get far
With my lover dear
Ear to ear, slip into gear
With candles and beer
Maybe I should call her up
Are we enough to hold this love
Lover why, lover why
Would I ever say goodbye
When it's better inside
When it's better inside
Ochre throw
Khaki tan curtains, her clothes
