Blackened oars in 

The great, great one 

Pick a low number and go 

Decorating my doorway, decorating my walls 

Making the bed, looking forward to sleep 

Letting myself fall 



Sorry for my dreams 

I just didn't know 

How long you could wait 

doesn't matter now 



Scrambling over it 

My knees all skinned 

and trees in my hair 

Tired old eyes 

Feeling young and scared 



I'd never have owned this 

without this time with you 

I'll never have wanted 

to not have what we went through 



Sorry for my dreams 

I just didn't know 

How long you could wait 

doesn't matter now 



So won't you go 

Lie to yr love, just go 

Creep up on girls alone 

Alone 

Just go