You could just say how you feel
He said
Instead of sending me a song
But these folks are professionals
She said
And I’d only get it wrong
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You could just say how you feel
He said
Instead of sending me a song
But these folks are professionals
She said
And I’d only get it wrong
No one could wear
A band t-shirt like you
With your longer hair
And grey cardigan too
With your smile so shy
And Doc Marten boots
It was no wonder why
We were in cahoots