good boy

there's a bark at the door when no one's there
jumping down the stairs and our carpet's full of hair
little steps on wooden floors
a dance towards the kitchen door
it doesn't cross our minds at all

there's places that together we'll tread
the past is long but easy to forget
i see your soul through your eyes and i know it's story time
it doesn't cross our minds at all

and suddenly we are running, feeling something
late summer sun and crunching all the stones beneath our feet
suddenly this bow tie master's swimming faster
racing past us, until i realise he's swimming out to sea

i'm a ball inside a box
doesn't hurt any less
i'm a ball inside a box
doesn't hurt any less

it's not been long but what a good heart
don't be scared now, it's time to depart
flew back to will you to lay down your head
november the 6th brought you to rest in your bed

good boy
good boy
good boy
good boy
good boy.