(Tindersticks cover)



Well I know it's wrong

And I know it's selfish

It's such a short life 

There's so little time

You see this pattern 

A patchwork without any direction

All cobbled together 

In odd shape and size

Take my hand now 

We'll go through this mess together

But my hands are sweating 

You somehow slip away

I tried to phone you 

No need to shout, now

I tried to love 

But never looked that hard

'Cos this blues is a swirling ocean 

The green, my ambition

Red is the passion 

There's a lot of red 

There's a lot of red, oh...

Such a short life 

It's such a short life 

Yeah...