• Musta seen stormy skies
    oh how she
    thinks about you, oh how she tries

    she's got a trail of seasons behind her
    she doesn't need the moon
    takes someone strange to find her
    she's happy with a catchy tune

    so maybe, by 2 am
    she'll have finally found that pen
    write down how much she loves you
    just before her hands slide
    in bed, close close closer, what to do, what to do

    She's got your hand in hers, she's shouting forever
    nope not letting go
    sorry to late
    when you weren't looking she sewed them together