When something's wrong
Then, in morse code
I contemplate
What could be sung
On certain nights
On certain quays
I hear your bike
Through sobs I've splayed
What life was like
You could not say
So you wrote a note
To make things sway
In your childhood's brook
We'll go and swim
I won't let my fear of heights
Berate your dancing
I can tell (It is not)
My opal mind has changed (Haematomas)
In tender ways (Of boredom)
The day you dyed your hair, Ale (That are calling you back)
I can tell (It is not)
My opal mind has changed (Haematomas)
In tender ways (Of boredom)
The day you dyed your hair, Ale (That are calling you back)
I can tell (It is not)
My opal mind has changed (Haematomas)
In tender ways (Of boredom)
The day you dyed your hair, Ale (That are calling you back)
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