paroles de chanson So, So - John Smith

So, so this is what it comes to
And I'm sitting high upon the shoulder's of the world
Beneath the ground.
I'm weaving, breathing all her little ways into one
To pass the time.
That was the most fun I've had with my clothes on
And you.
On Sunday, Monday, I had a vision of a lamb
Barking at the moon.
A scarecrow, a halo, you were seen walking at night
By my side.
That was the most beautiful perfume you wore all winter
It put me to sleep.
So sit down,
Tell me you'd rather I go
Out and away little more can I say,
Though if only it were my choice
I would stay.