Uploaded on Apr 11, 2007
To listen to this audio clip you will need to upgrade Adobe Flash Player
To listen to this audio clip you will need to install Adobe Flash Player
“These gifts are white,” she said.
She tucked away her head.
We’ll have two drinks and mend
The thought that love is dead.
The train should have been here by now.
The doctor has to plan it all out.
The climate is right and the hills are snow white.
It’s daytime but the sun’s going down.
Chorus
And I regret everything
'Cause since we met it's been eternity
And the best laid plans are the first sink
So just drown with me and let's fall asleep
We’re eighteen and we’re coming of age,
It’s a simple operation, but a complex maturation.
“That’s the way with everything.”
She’s much too young to wear his ring.
She’s a bright girl,
With a pretty face,
The perfect body,
With dreams to chase
(Well let’s try and have a fine time. Alright I was trying. Wasn’t that bright?)
That’s all we do, isn’t it? Just look and things and try new drinks.
They never know just what to expect.
chorus
What she’s drinking,
It tastes like liquorice,
And she’s bright for thinking
The corollaries to these hills
They’ve taken it all away
He knows it’s perfectly simple.
‘I feel fine,’ she said.
‘There’s nothing wrong with me”
4 tracks
Loading comments...