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You never know, it could be love
What you swept from the floor in the church
A diamond little speck of dust and you said
You knew that it was what we wanted
But how could you change, change like
A bird from one nest to another?
You begin to sit but you can't
Because you tried but you failed

You took a walk along a masquerade
And now whilst waiting near the church
I find a leaflet
Sayin' you've gone
An advertisement of the end of an era
And now the sleeping beast has urged
The tortoise from his shell, the tiger from its lair
And the petals from its flower

I've called you my nightingale and my all
But all you are is a cup of coffee and a crumpled pile of sheets
I've tried to touch, but only found air
Because you're in a hotel with Mr. Debonair
Despite my love, despite your hate
Despite my urge to reciprocate
I'm grateful that you led me to the oak behind the willow
Because in that creek

When the wind was weak and the water
Was a cry for help from the depths of my enclosure
You took a rose and you said how I was there
With bright green eyes and long brown hair
You asked me to put my hand on your thigh
And utter a sweet little lullaby
Because my young sweet queen
Of brushes green

Of the news and the hassle and the unbelievable
Your rusted bike is dead tonight
And you have nowhere else to go but home
So I open the door and your boots clamp on my floor
And I'm taking a drug I thought I forgot
The blankets are white
With the forgetfulness of our flights
And my fingers are broken to my hand

You take a rose and you tell me how I'm here
With dark grey eyes and you call me your dear
And I utter my last sweet lullaby