Was pouring, it stopped
The umbrella's still dripping on the kitchen floor
If you gonna leave, just leave something behind
Step in the water
And i'll pretend it's something to feel
A price for devotion, if that's what it needs
Ten thousand things to be happy about
This is a book with no pictures
So tell me at least how it starts
At line 1
We're running out of ink
This page's still empty
Feels like a robbery
Don't wear gloves
Won't call the cops
Now
Fill this blank cover
In watercolours
Draw me a smile while
I'll drown in your ocean eyes
Sentenced
In Reading Gaol
In exile
Write me a letter if that's no big sacrifice
Just say you're alright
Forget it
It's not important
Which makes it all the more important
Like a lent jacket, return it
Here is the key to your locker
