Album: Sounds from the Gulf Stream
There's no way that it sounds okay
There's someone else
Take a deep breath and:
How was your day?
Are you okay?
I'm making tea
D'you want to help me?
And when the night comes (night comes)
You tell sweet stories all about the moon
But my mind's drifting (drifting)
Stars dancing to another's tune
Sunday morning, coffee in bed
Spilt on the sheets
Tearful and clumsy
Try again, but still I can't speak
It's not okay
Wish you could fool me
You ask what's wrong, and (what's wrong?)
You take my hand as I walk for the door
You hold my head up (head up)
But guilty eyes turn to the floor
Sometimes we just need to be told
As if the words justify anger
One last effort to stop it unfold
Talk of a friend
You look me daggers
You stop the small talk (small talk)
You take my hand as I walk for the door
You say I've nice eyes (nice eyes)
But that you loved me more before