Let's Fall Back In Love

There are things in my wallet I will never use I'm the 51st member of a god awful group Connected by rain, they said you're all the same But I don't know, I don't know if they're telling the truth Like a field of rice I've grown out of An Olympian ca

One final trip on to the coast To see the sea, and its host I had to stop my lips from making The most of foreign sounds With one road in and one road out I never thought to pray for drought But even if I did I'd be talking to bones in the ground Bec

Dream, baby dream Of the places that me and you've been All the fires that we built, they burn so bright Cover my eyes I am waiting for a sign to arrive Get well soon Don't lose your mouth You will soon be bones in a bag Buried south of our house Don